[ Didn't care. He huddles in on himself in sheer misery. Knew and didn't care... ]
Mine...cared. They - wanted other lives. [ His arms wrap around his torso. Those had been his. He'd taught them to read, shared all his knowledge about the outside world with them. Had that been why they'd wanted more from life? Not that it had gotten him anywhere. All dead by now, all of them. Fuck. He feels like he's going to be sick, right here, on the dining room table. ]
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Mine...cared. They - wanted other lives. [ His arms wrap around his torso. Those had been his. He'd taught them to read, shared all his knowledge about the outside world with them. Had that been why they'd wanted more from life? Not that it had gotten him anywhere. All dead by now, all of them. Fuck. He feels like he's going to be sick, right here, on the dining room table. ]
Sorry.
[ He doesn't know what he's apologizing for. ]