[It's hard to respond to that. Does it get better? He hopes so. It feels like stones stacked up on his ribcage now. Heavy, painful, constricting. What does Giovanni do to make that feeling go away? That quiet terror that comes of knowing that everything you do in this place has the potential to erase someone from existence entirely. How is anyone meant to bear a burden like that stoically?]
She didn't want to see her home destroyed and her family slaughtered either.
[Stanley pushes away the plate of sandwiches, sure now that he won't be able to eat any until later. He's trying to get a grip on the situation. Trying to understand. But all that it comes back to is that they're responsible. How can he push that aside? Maybe Peace wouldn't have held it against them, who knows. The thing is, they never will know.
He rubs at the aching spot between his eyes and stares down at his feet, too big to fit his shoes now. He's been growing. He gets the chance to do that. How can he feel anything except guilty about it?]
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She didn't want to see her home destroyed and her family slaughtered either.
[Stanley pushes away the plate of sandwiches, sure now that he won't be able to eat any until later. He's trying to get a grip on the situation. Trying to understand. But all that it comes back to is that they're responsible. How can he push that aside? Maybe Peace wouldn't have held it against them, who knows. The thing is, they never will know.
He rubs at the aching spot between his eyes and stares down at his feet, too big to fit his shoes now. He's been growing. He gets the chance to do that. How can he feel anything except guilty about it?]
I want to go home.