[ Sympathy is still strange to him, stranger still when it (seems) genuinely meant. He stares at the message for a long moment, the ephemerality of love an ache underneath his ribs. ]
Thank you, Armand.
And I hope what you describe — of you and your fledgling — never comes to pass.
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Thank you, Armand.
And I hope what you describe — of you and your fledgling — never comes to pass.