[ By's a sharp man. Of course. It's a miserable thing, sometimes - it's that sharpness that made him too sensitive to all of this, kept him from ever being able to shut it out or shut it down. If he'd been just a few shades stupider, if he'd been able to turn into a wall the way that his cousin Ivan or his father could, then maybe it would have saved his soul from being shredded so utterly. But he wasn't. He was always too awake.
But even sharp-eyed men have their blind spots. By stirs, slightly, uneasily, and asks - ]
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But even sharp-eyed men have their blind spots. By stirs, slightly, uneasily, and asks - ]
What do you mean, echoes?