[ He opens his mouth to retort, but guilt is setting in. It's his fault for slipping away from Oz and Gilbert at the party. His fault for letting this oaf capture him.
More than that, it's his fault for trying to hide what he is from everybody. Concealing his blindness had been disastrous, back at home. Why did he think it would be any different here? Likewise he'd hidden his lethal strength from most people, following his natural instincts towards secrecy and allowing himself to be perceived as a frail, nutty clown. Somebody who needed rescuing. ]
That would have been okay. It would have been fine.
[ He leans on his cane, suddenly feeling very old. He's defeated, by his own stupid vanity, as much as the United Earth. ]
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More than that, it's his fault for trying to hide what he is from everybody. Concealing his blindness had been disastrous, back at home. Why did he think it would be any different here? Likewise he'd hidden his lethal strength from most people, following his natural instincts towards secrecy and allowing himself to be perceived as a frail, nutty clown. Somebody who needed rescuing. ]
That would have been okay. It would have been fine.
[ He leans on his cane, suddenly feeling very old. He's defeated, by his own stupid vanity, as much as the United Earth. ]