[ It's true -- but a half-truth, he knows, the sort of half-truth he can still get away with saying. He is angry about it. How could he not be? But there are more complicated emotions lurking under that aggravation, things he doesn't care to look in the eye. He rubs at the back of his neck and looks away, scowling, unwilling to meet Ange's prying eyes.
A little petulantly: ] And I don't think I look that bad.
[ He does, eventually, relent. ] ...they sentenced me to find my true self, whatever that's supposed to mean. And evidently they decided my true self is unbearably cranky, which I don't think is at all true, but there you have it.
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[ It's true -- but a half-truth, he knows, the sort of half-truth he can still get away with saying. He is angry about it. How could he not be? But there are more complicated emotions lurking under that aggravation, things he doesn't care to look in the eye. He rubs at the back of his neck and looks away, scowling, unwilling to meet Ange's prying eyes.
A little petulantly: ] And I don't think I look that bad.
[ He does, eventually, relent. ] ...they sentenced me to find my true self, whatever that's supposed to mean. And evidently they decided my true self is unbearably cranky, which I don't think is at all true, but there you have it.