It had never been about her eyes. Not that he disliked them, as they were by far the most stunning eyes in creation. It was because it had always been about her eyes for Thomas, and because he was not Thomas he made it about her soul instead, though perhaps they were one and the same, since her soul shimmered in those blue depths and for that reason her lies were wasted on him. He knew the truth because when he looked into her eyes he looked into her soul.
 
And when he looked into her soul…
 
He saw himself.