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Prompt: Greek mythology, Perseus & Medusa, pity
The snakes of her hair hiss at his approach, yet she remains still, soft somehow in sleep, and as he raises his sword, he feels, absurdly, some kind of guilt running through him like the waves of the ocean.
Light flashes from his blade on the downswing, catching her across the face, and her eyes fly open, their reflection meeting his for the smallest space of time.
In them is not a monster; merely a woman - and then nothing at all.
