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Frantic but resigned, exhausted by herself.

Unconvinced, unbothered.

He's lying, maybe even to himself.

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

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

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

The author was five. Maybe six.

He kept them all because he's proud.

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

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

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

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

Is it a companion that he's looking for?

Torn between horror and desire.

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

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

But an aura of frustrated disappointment remains.

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

He wanted to keep you all around.

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

Resigned to what was then coming, now come.

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

Happy to disappear into the life of another.

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

But she's very glad you're here.

Ultra Violeta. Who else?

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

My Intrepid Homosexual Orgy.

Another Opera castoff. Maligned and misaligned.

Not quite an accusation, but almost.

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

Fear and relief, together.

A wound he is unable to sew shut.

A long while, by the sound of it.

A mantra repeated.

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

You must understand that, he means, if you're going to understand what happens later.

Politeness, professionalism, the performance of empathy. These are the things he was taught would make a good man, or at least a correct man. In his moment of greatest extremis, they all deserted him.

A vision of Karolina's home life suddenly flashes before you. Her father -- doting, concerned, overbearing.

The doctor's heart is a snowglobe, a thin glass shell surrounding a moment of perfect pain. You feel it in your hands now.

A weight appears to lift from his shoulders.

If it's a fairy tale, it's one he's either grown very tired of or never wanted to hear in the first place.

He briefly nurtured the hope that he'd simply misheard you. Now he must confront the reality that he's actually having a conversation with you.

You know it well -- the sensation of being formally fucked.

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