What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes.
Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood
Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather
The multitudinous seas in incarnadine,
Making the green one red.

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Mirrored images, like two sides of the same coin.

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His eyes - there’s a sharpness in his gaze that could penetrate the thickest fog in London. I would 💀 for him.

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