[He smiles, palely and wryly, knowing something himself about being a liar with a highly specialized skillset that inherently limits his options.
He's also used to associating difficulty with delight, but interpersonal challenges are a different kind of press with a different kind of pain on failure. Sometimes, he desperately wants to return to the isolated and numb existence he had before; sometimes he thinks that these growing pains could culminate in joy and fulfillment after the pins-and-needles faded away.]
I don't think I do, either. If this is our life, now, we could do worse.
[Especially if we're dead, he doesn't say. What would that be like? Going back and simply ceasing to exist, because all humans go to nothingness when they die, or, worse, maintaining a consciousness as a ghost or rotting corpse?]
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He's also used to associating difficulty with delight, but interpersonal challenges are a different kind of press with a different kind of pain on failure. Sometimes, he desperately wants to return to the isolated and numb existence he had before; sometimes he thinks that these growing pains could culminate in joy and fulfillment after the pins-and-needles faded away.]
I don't think I do, either. If this is our life, now, we could do worse.
[Especially if we're dead, he doesn't say. What would that be like? Going back and simply ceasing to exist, because all humans go to nothingness when they die, or, worse, maintaining a consciousness as a ghost or rotting corpse?]