[ He only laughs again as his anxiety rises, bordering on manic, just like he used to. It’s what set him into a spiral earlier: the reminder that he’s been stripped of every home he’s ever known, always forced to settle where someone else wants him to. It’s never been his own decision. At least he ultimately got to choose between Olympia and Wyver. Now, yet again, he’s let without a choice. ]
Why would we? “On pause”, they say. Those are just pretty words. They’re always just pretty words.
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[ He only laughs again as his anxiety rises, bordering on manic, just like he used to. It’s what set him into a spiral earlier: the reminder that he’s been stripped of every home he’s ever known, always forced to settle where someone else wants him to. It’s never been his own decision. At least he ultimately got to choose between Olympia and Wyver. Now, yet again, he’s let without a choice. ]
Why would we? “On pause”, they say. Those are just pretty words. They’re always just pretty words.