[He closes one eye, half of a flinch that he can’t quite suppress while she accesses their link. He swallows his frustration, hands curling to fists but refusing to lift his cheek from her hand.]
Is that question really necessary?
[She must already know his answer. His shame, his worthlessness. He could not do the one thing he had set out to do., and now he was here being tormented by the scornful stares of his family.]
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Is that question really necessary?
[She must already know his answer. His shame, his worthlessness. He could not do the one thing he had set out to do., and now he was here being tormented by the scornful stares of his family.]