Damian gently shook Renesmee's hand gently for a moment before letting it go, nodding to show he was listening as the girl spoke. It had always been a mirage to him but now it was real, real as it could ever be. He pressed herself against a pillar looking up at the starlit sky. It was beautiful like it always was. He pulled her robes closer to his chest as his boots slide across the stone floor beneath him. Damian smiled at the girl. "I see, how interesting," he answered, nodding curtly at her, before looking out at the window again.
Damian loved walks up to the towers. His uniform was a mess but he didn't care, his shirt was hanging out, and his tie was loose. He was proud of his house and he always wore the uniform. He looked at the sky, there was a full moon, and the stars were so clear, so precious.
Damian turned to Renesmee again. "I like spending time here, everything just seems to be so relax, and just so peaceful," he explained.