Of course he is. And there's a part of them- a large part- that views his actions dispassionately, as if from some far off, distant space. He cries, as one would, without the knowledge of what they've done behind him, without the knowledge of what he's done in turn. Every part of them is tired. The part of them that isn't distant is angry.
The part of them that's angry probably isn't angry at all.]
I do not know. [And they don't. It has to be some choice of black humor, presenting them with this scenario. Has to be. And they stand there, and take it for what it is, unflinching at an outstretched hand that's hurt them more times than it will ever know.]
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Of course he is. And there's a part of them- a large part- that views his actions dispassionately, as if from some far off, distant space. He cries, as one would, without the knowledge of what they've done behind him, without the knowledge of what he's done in turn.
Every part of them is tired.
The part of them that isn't distant is angry.
The part of them that's angry probably isn't angry at all.]
I do not know. [And they don't. It has to be some choice of black humor, presenting them with this scenario. Has to be. And they stand there, and take it for what it is, unflinching at an outstretched hand that's hurt them more times than it will ever know.]