[He always gave half-truths or bald-faced lies whenever people asked about his past. Now it all feels like a fuzzy dream, and he isn't sure he could stitch it all together into any kind of cohesive picture anymore. Maybe it's a blessing from Mariana, or maybe it speaks to Vyng's own stubbornness in carving a new life for himself. He doesn't worry about it, though. All he can do now is give himself to his own inner-work, to the best of his ability, for the sake of building authentic connections with others.]
[Brightly, he adds:] . . . On the plus side, the guy went home and rethought his life. Kicked the booze and really turned things around for himself, last I heard.
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[He always gave half-truths or bald-faced lies whenever people asked about his past. Now it all feels like a fuzzy dream, and he isn't sure he could stitch it all together into any kind of cohesive picture anymore. Maybe it's a blessing from Mariana, or maybe it speaks to Vyng's own stubbornness in carving a new life for himself. He doesn't worry about it, though. All he can do now is give himself to his own inner-work, to the best of his ability, for the sake of building authentic connections with others.]
[Brightly, he adds:] . . . On the plus side, the guy went home and rethought his life. Kicked the booze and really turned things around for himself, last I heard.