[ He senses the mood in the quality of her silence. From easy and mellow she becomes distant, brittle, shuttering herself as if in rejection of a fact too horrible to face. She reminds him not of a grown woman but a child who has made a wretched mistake, and knows it. ]
[ He still doesn't look up, sweeping the table's surface so it's spotless. But inside he reigns in a dim curiosity. He's been numbed-out for so long, it startles him like a cold slap on the back of his neck, to want to know anything about anything. Especially where it concerns these kids. But it seems a pity, to watch them crash around and into each other, senselessly causing damage, like deaf-and-blind insects of misery. ]
There's other ways to speak to him. [ Again: blunt. Observational fact rather than an accusation. ] If you seek him out, he'll listen to you.
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[ He still doesn't look up, sweeping the table's surface so it's spotless. But inside he reigns in a dim curiosity. He's been numbed-out for so long, it startles him like a cold slap on the back of his neck, to want to know anything about anything. Especially where it concerns these kids. But it seems a pity, to watch them crash around and into each other, senselessly causing damage, like deaf-and-blind insects of misery. ]
There's other ways to speak to him. [ Again: blunt. Observational fact rather than an accusation. ] If you seek him out, he'll listen to you.