[He doesn't know what to do. That, in itself, is strange and mystifying and upsetting. The emotions coiled inside him no longer feel potent and necessary to restrain; now he just wants them gone, because holding onto them hurts without powerful anger bolstering everything.
What can he even say? Should he apologize? Should he condemn Despair again for all this new information?
The answer comes out of the blue, quick and sudden and sharp with a crackle of electricity discharging into the air.
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What can he even say? Should he apologize? Should he condemn Despair again for all this new information?
The answer comes out of the blue, quick and sudden and sharp with a crackle of electricity discharging into the air.
He sneezes.]