( the thing is, his circle of concern, of priorities, has always been tightly knit and nearly singular. because the thing that mattered, the only thing that ever mattered, was his family.
it was still hard, the absence of it. of them, for all their idiocy. the worry of getting back to them still gnawed on the back of his mind.
so it's surprising, for someone who is utterly convinced of his lack of empathy, that the first thought of someone fighting one of them here was irritation. defensiveness.
he's lost a lot of people lately, maybe. he didn't like the idea of something compromising the far and few trapped here. so yes, the tension is there and written in red. even if it is allayed, that's still a hell of a symptom. ) Shit.
Yeah, it's - hit me too. Not like that, though. Looks like we're going to have to relearn our limits.
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it was still hard, the absence of it. of them, for all their idiocy. the worry of getting back to them still gnawed on the back of his mind.
so it's surprising, for someone who is utterly convinced of his lack of empathy, that the first thought of someone fighting one of them here was irritation. defensiveness.
he's lost a lot of people lately, maybe. he didn't like the idea of something compromising the far and few trapped here. so yes, the tension is there and written in red. even if it is allayed, that's still a hell of a symptom. ) Shit.
Yeah, it's - hit me too. Not like that, though. Looks like we're going to have to relearn our limits.