[He told a blind girl once-- comparing their knowledge of darkness. Administrating the intimate truth like medicine; where he sees it fit. Where it might do some good.
But maybe it's this place, more than anything, that's teaching him to speak this way.]
Mm. [another draw and exhale of smoke, watching it] You said you forgot the ones who brought you into the world....
I can't remember, either. [it isn't something to feel guilty over. It's not your fault.]
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But maybe it's this place, more than anything, that's teaching him to speak this way.]
Mm. [another draw and exhale of smoke, watching it] You said you forgot the ones who brought you into the world....
I can't remember, either. [it isn't something to feel guilty over. It's not your fault.]