At first it appeared to be an intense need to right a wrong, to protect-typical of Preacher. He was that kind of man-tough on the outside and soft on the inside. Justice and loyalty-those values were everything to him. But in the days since what he saw had evolved. Preacher watched over Paige with an intensity that spoke of something more than the goodness of his heart. He would glance at her and his eyes would grow dark. Glow. He'd shake himself, look away, and his brow would furrow as though he were trying to make sense of feelings he hadn't had before. Jack
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Initially, Preacher's actions seemed driven by a strong desire to correct injustices and protect those he cared about, reflecting his tough exterior and softer inner self. His values of justice and loyalty were crucial to him, marking his character as someone deeply committed to doing what is right. However, as time passed, it became evident that his feelings for Paige transcended simple loyalty, indicating a shift in his emotional landscape.

Preacher's watchful gaze on Paige revealed an intensity that hinted at deeper, unexplored emotions. His eyes would darken when he looked at her, showcasing a mixture of conflict and longing. This shift in his feelings caused him to grapple with unfamiliar emotions, leading him to look away as if trying to find clarity in feelings he had never experienced before.

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