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I was upstairs in my den just trying to think. Even though I had changed so much I was still a hostile asshole to most people. I already lost so many people I cared about, and now I didn't wanna share Ellie. Maybe I really wasn't past the whole beast thing.
I didn't really feel anything. It was a coping-mechanism for distress, practiced and perfected through years of abuse. I kind-of retreated into myself, made myself numb. Detached my awareness from my physical body. I always imagined myself curled-up in a ball in the corner of my head.
I portalled outside, and whistled for Zariant. He appeared and I mounted him. I rode off to get out of the magical aura of the house. I really really wanted to hit something.
"Well duh, but this much? I mean she's catatonic. Jericho also just left. He never tries to be an ass to Ellie, and this would be the worst thing he could do to her. We've both heard about how he'd vanish all the time."
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