[Do better, she says, and maybe it's a little biting to hear his own wording from so long ago come drifting right back to the surface of their conversation— not deliberately, but naturally. Entirely on its own.
Entirely true.
Strange, and miserable, to realize he's the one standing still this time around— but then again, he's happy now in his present lot (he's so damned happy at long last, when he thought he'd never so much as brush anything quite like it with his tirelessly grasping hands), is it such a crime to want to hold on to the one thing he's always been violently denied? Let the world eat itself like a serpent, so long as he can stay in Hightown in the company of the only people that matter.]
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Entirely true.
Strange, and miserable, to realize he's the one standing still this time around— but then again, he's happy now in his present lot (he's so damned happy at long last, when he thought he'd never so much as brush anything quite like it with his tirelessly grasping hands), is it such a crime to want to hold on to the one thing he's always been violently denied? Let the world eat itself like a serpent, so long as he can stay in Hightown in the company of the only people that matter.]
As you like.
[The words flat and dull as bitter ash.]