[ The embrace surprises him. His family didn't touch each other much, anymore, beyond the occasional hand on a shoulder, and in the Civilized North citizens were expected to give their souls to the Temple and keep their bodies to themselves. There were exceptions, in places closer to the border, and beyond it. His mind made a list.
He would never judge someone for crying. Which, of course, Prior isn't. ]
I could never. I spend too much time standing still, looking at things. [ That was what his wife said, anyway. ] I'd rust.
[ It takes him a second, but he returns the embrace. ]
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He would never judge someone for crying. Which, of course, Prior isn't. ]
I could never. I spend too much time standing still, looking at things. [ That was what his wife said, anyway. ] I'd rust.
[ It takes him a second, but he returns the embrace. ]