[There's something to be said about the way he can pinpoint grief, when it happens. The exact points where it flowers out inside their chest and folds around them and glints in their eyes and calcifies in their words. He's gotten too adept at pinpointing it, and he's still not any good at fending it back.]
I've met...other people who came and went. Forgot they ever knew me.
[Sometimes it's terrifying. Mostly it's a relief.]
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I've met...other people who came and went. Forgot they ever knew me.
[Sometimes it's terrifying. Mostly it's a relief.]
It's never good.