Bittersweet.
Everything that involved Dax was bittersweet. His words, his actions and the way he carried himself – everything had two polars to it. Hot and cold. Push and pull. Good and bad. Sana hadn’t noticed it until she revelled in how her day had begun and how her day had ended.
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