[ Aren't they a raggedy bunch. Not in the way children should be, either. There's a certain look that kids have when they have scraped knees, when they've pushed each other to the ground, when they're in nasty little scuffles. There's a different sort of look when they're absolutely at the end of their rope. He remembers it from his cousin Donna's face, after Richars had talked all the grown-ups into believing that she'd killed her own puppy in a hysterical fit. A look of such utter exhaustion and despair that it seemed like she wouldn't even go on. It hadn't eased until Byerly had gone to her and told her, quietly, I believe you.
God. "Would they see the hole it made in my arm." This goes beyond adults' idiocy, their susceptibility to smooth-talkers and sociopaths. Not just being fooled - being completely unable to see. There's something chilling about that, something far more terrifying than a slavering wolf-thing. He imagines, for a moment, being one of those adults, standing beside a child getting ripped apart, ensorcelled, unable even to notice, and he wants to heave.
Richie's warning, that knowing puts him in danger - well, to hell with that. He's glad to have seen it, glad to know of its monstrosity. To be blind to evil is worse by far than to fall to it. ]
Good heavens, those glasses truly don't suit you. You've really come up in the world in terms of sartorial choices.
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[ Aren't they a raggedy bunch. Not in the way children should be, either. There's a certain look that kids have when they have scraped knees, when they've pushed each other to the ground, when they're in nasty little scuffles. There's a different sort of look when they're absolutely at the end of their rope. He remembers it from his cousin Donna's face, after Richars had talked all the grown-ups into believing that she'd killed her own puppy in a hysterical fit. A look of such utter exhaustion and despair that it seemed like she wouldn't even go on. It hadn't eased until Byerly had gone to her and told her, quietly, I believe you.
God. "Would they see the hole it made in my arm." This goes beyond adults' idiocy, their susceptibility to smooth-talkers and sociopaths. Not just being fooled - being completely unable to see. There's something chilling about that, something far more terrifying than a slavering wolf-thing. He imagines, for a moment, being one of those adults, standing beside a child getting ripped apart, ensorcelled, unable even to notice, and he wants to heave.
Richie's warning, that knowing puts him in danger - well, to hell with that. He's glad to have seen it, glad to know of its monstrosity. To be blind to evil is worse by far than to fall to it. ]
Good heavens, those glasses truly don't suit you. You've really come up in the world in terms of sartorial choices.