[He says it calmly, though the skin around his eyes tightens very faintly. He didn't have to deal with the worst of it, exactly. His was just a little kid. A little kid who screamed and rattled off creepy turns of phrase and wouldn't stop staring at him or anyone else and who spilled a little too much about the rocky, flammable nature of his past.]
[No broken ribs or third degree burns. Just a stomach that needed to be pumped. Retching blood and bile on flagstone floors. A bottle that didn't rattle, and the consequences he had to reap from that.]
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[He says it calmly, though the skin around his eyes tightens very faintly. He didn't have to deal with the worst of it, exactly. His was just a little kid. A little kid who screamed and rattled off creepy turns of phrase and wouldn't stop staring at him or anyone else and who spilled a little too much about the rocky, flammable nature of his past.]
[No broken ribs or third degree burns. Just a stomach that needed to be pumped. Retching blood and bile on flagstone floors. A bottle that didn't rattle, and the consequences he had to reap from that.]
People watch you through the mirrors?