[ He backs away a step, dropping his hand back to his side. It wouldn't work. He doesn't need to try it, he knows it. Men like Adam can be happy with themselves, or quietly miserable, or whatever it is — Vanadi needs all these people he constantly pulls in close to himself. He's quite sure the sadness of it all would be impossible to keep at bay, otherwise.
It's too bad he doesn't have any of the words to express it, but he supposes it would all work out to the same thing, either way. Explaining himself to Adam would be a bit like shouting into the wind, he thinks.
He backs away a few steps more before turning to depart, silent despite the limp. ]
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It's too bad he doesn't have any of the words to express it, but he supposes it would all work out to the same thing, either way. Explaining himself to Adam would be a bit like shouting into the wind, he thinks.
He backs away a few steps more before turning to depart, silent despite the limp. ]