He rubs a hand over his own eyes, still holding onto her. When he speaks, the bone-deep exhaustion he feels isn't even close to being masked.
"You ain't ever turned like this. Everyone else is runnin' around looking like animals, and you get this? Reliving the worst parts of your life?"
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He rubs a hand over his own eyes, still holding onto her. When he speaks, the bone-deep exhaustion he feels isn't even close to being masked.
"You ain't ever turned like this. Everyone else is runnin' around looking like animals, and you get this? Reliving the worst parts of your life?"