[ Well. Algric is miserable, of course. He’s managed to stop crying, but sadness is etched into every line of his face. He only wanted a scrap of something like peace. For his mother to accept that there’s someone in the world that loves him ...
He scrubs at his face again. ]
Right. Right, I - I don’t have to come back here now.
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Date: 2020-09-18 01:51 am (UTC)He scrubs at his face again. ]
Right. Right, I - I don’t have to come back here now.