[ Something about Julie's reaction makes him hesitate. Like she finds the idea upsetting. All of this—it's such a deep part of his life that he's stopped wanting to give much thought to the fact that it isn't...(normal). His preference, always, is to speak of it casually, if he ever speaks of it at all. ]
I didn't ask. [ He frowns at the bottle in his hands and drains a good chunk of it. He wants to say, And no one asked me, but it sounds borderline petulant so he doesn't. ] They take you. No shortage of children who won't be missed.
[ He leaves it at that. It's not a topic he delves into on the best days. Besides, it isn't important, the hows and whys. He's asked, thought about it over the years (thought about it a fucking lot), and if Visenna was ever right about one thing in her life, it's that no answer will grant him what he needs. ]
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I didn't ask. [ He frowns at the bottle in his hands and drains a good chunk of it. He wants to say, And no one asked me, but it sounds borderline petulant so he doesn't. ] They take you. No shortage of children who won't be missed.
[ He leaves it at that. It's not a topic he delves into on the best days. Besides, it isn't important, the hows and whys. He's asked, thought about it over the years (thought about it a fucking lot), and if Visenna was ever right about one thing in her life, it's that no answer will grant him what he needs. ]