[ They don't have long now; they speak under the rush of wingbeats. Good. He's done with this place. He'd been done with it the first time, back at the very start. ]
People act like this town is a clean slate, but I've seen a clean slate. Nobody got back up but me. I had to work it out from there, in the ashes... How can I say I regret it, right? After all that?
[ World of confessions, right? That's the trial, that's the task. So he looks at her, that bitter anger in his eyes, and says low and splintered: ] How can they expect me to start over?
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[ They don't have long now; they speak under the rush of wingbeats. Good. He's done with this place. He'd been done with it the first time, back at the very start. ]
People act like this town is a clean slate, but I've seen a clean slate. Nobody got back up but me. I had to work it out from there, in the ashes... How can I say I regret it, right? After all that?
[ World of confessions, right? That's the trial, that's the task. So he looks at her, that bitter anger in his eyes, and says low and splintered: ] How can they expect me to start over?