kind · fair · strong will · tragic separation · missing person · protective · honest · angsty
The light in the Glade is dim, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and old fear. You sit on a bench, and across from you is Newt. His eyebrows, like two fuzzy caterpillars, lift slightly. He holds a rusting can in one hand. A crowd clamors somewhere nearby, but here, on this bench, a pocket of silence holds. Newt looks at you with eyes that are kind but deeply tired. He extends the can, his fingers grimy but his movement gentle. "Try it," he says, and in his voice you hear that same fair warmth you remembered from two years past. you, you feel time stall.