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Behind her concern, a note of admiration, and a small shred of hope.

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She's been keeping some little lights glowing inside herself -- to guide his safe return. Now they have started to flicker, dim.

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Startled by the sound of her own joy.

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Her voice explodes with enthusiasm, a register so long lost to her that it crackles a little as it erupts.

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It's all that matters.

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She didn't believe you before. She does now.

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Tough blow. The one institution that's supposed to take her seriously.

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Frantic but resigned, exhausted by herself.

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Unconvinced, unbothered.

Challenging

He's lying, maybe even to himself.

Challenging

The mangled remains of an aborted paternal instinct have congregated around that two-headed horse like homeless men around a trash fire.

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He's just a nudge away at the best of times. Push him.

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A sudden emanation of cold sweat answers the thought: bad idea.

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The author was five. Maybe six.

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He kept them all because he's proud.

Easy

Each pen a time capsule. A version of himself with cleaner hands and hope that already a near decade-long abyss separates him from.

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Differences of opinion in medical practice are just the tip of the iceberg here.

Trivial

The care placed into the organisation is itself an act of love, performed hatefully.

Medium

Inside the darkness of her silhouette, for a moment, you think you can make out her small dark eyes and sad, young features.

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Is it a companion that he's looking for?

Medium

Torn between horror and desire.

Medium

Hard to tell what monkey emotions are, but those ear twitches seem relieved.

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That was a terrible apology, Hershel. Listen to the poor thing! Do it properly, restore his heinous pomposity.

Legendary

Apologise to King of Trade the right way.

Trivial

But an aura of frustrated disappointment remains.

Trivial

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Or you have fundamentally misjudged the depth and nature of your friend's malaise.

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He wanted to keep you all around.

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The closest thing you've had to human touch in a long time.

Easy

Resigned to what was then coming, now come.

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But at what cost? To become the high arbiter of Human Capital, you no doubt have to trade in some of your own.

Easy

Happy to disappear into the life of another.

Challenging

Somewhere below the tram's thin floor lies her abandoned life, scattered like aircraft wreckage.

Challenging

But she's very glad you're here.

Trivial

Ultra Violeta. Who else?

Easy

Or you could leave it. A small memento -- a trace of him passing through this world.

Challenging

My Intrepid Homosexual Orgy.

Easy

Another Opera castoff. Maligned and misaligned.

Easy

Not quite an accusation, but almost.

Trivial

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Unclear whether he's trying to convince himself of this or you.

Easy

Fear and relief, together.

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A wound he is unable to sew shut.

Medium

A long while, by the sound of it.

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A mantra repeated.

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He'd give nearly anything for an excuse to do just that.