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"I don't think anything's wrong with him, sir," he'd said, carefully. "I just think he's not—" Happy, he nearly said. But what was happiness but an extravagance, an impossible state to maintain, partly because it was so difficult to articulate? He couldn't remember being a child and being able to define happiness: there was only misery, or fear, and the absence of misery or fear, and the latter state was all he had needed or wanted. "I think he's shy," he finished.
None of them really wanted to listen to someone else’s story anyway, they only wanted to tell their own.
No one was there, he realized. The room was his. He felt his creature inside him.