Nope. [Des still has his head on his knee, wheezing out a laugh. He's starting to get a feel for this story, though he still feels distanced from it. Like a person of privilege in a room full of people who have nothing, he sympathizes but can't possibly understand.
And he knows the story is unfolding towards the real truth- the truth that haunts him with every breath. Why was he cursed? And that keeps his head down and his eyes shut.]
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And he knows the story is unfolding towards the real truth- the truth that haunts him with every breath. Why was he cursed? And that keeps his head down and his eyes shut.]