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“It’s his story.” Dancer traces the pitviper bites on his neck. “A man has the right to tell his own story. But this isn’t a happy one. Sad as yours. Sad as mine. Strip a man of what he loved, and what is left? Just hate. Just anger. But he was the first to know there could be something more. He found me. He found you. Who the bloodydamn are we to question him?”
“Hands, I think, were not meant to feel so much.”
Eo said people would always look to me. She believed I had some quality, some essence that gave hope. I rarely feel it in myself. There is none in me now. Just dread. Inside I feel such a boy—angry, petulant, selfish, guilty, sad, alone—and yet they look to me. I almost break underneath their gaze, almost wither away and ask someone else to take the reins. I can’t do it.
They hide from the cameras and make this seem a fight of all the Colors against Red terrorists. This is not Gold’s fight. It belongs to all of Society. Moreover, Society is winning because of our sacrifice and obedience allow the righteous to prosper.