[Hyperbole, he understands. Nobody could fault Myr for it, for a cause so serious as this one. But to mean it, to come close to meaning it, to know there was ever a time when Myr would have meant it all the more sincerely (and to know, like a frozen ache in the marrow of his bones, that it's his Maker-forsaken fault)--this is what keeps him awake at night.]
Is it an extension of...what you told me, that night we spoke about it?
[His voice is very soft. He can't, for reasons he doesn't understand, bring himself to say "on Satinalia," as if he needs to leave some kind of room for vagueness or denial, as if he can't stand to recall it in that level of detail, even if he can repeat Myr's words verbatim.]
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Is it an extension of...what you told me, that night we spoke about it?
[His voice is very soft. He can't, for reasons he doesn't understand, bring himself to say "on Satinalia," as if he needs to leave some kind of room for vagueness or denial, as if he can't stand to recall it in that level of detail, even if he can repeat Myr's words verbatim.]