I'm here because standards that don't apply to me nevertheless have been applied.
[He believes this in the deepest, darkest part of himself: that the kindness that's only ever tripped him up is something that works for other people, to some extent, but also allows them to be used. That especially in his home, in London Below, he must be what he's become.]
[The trouble is, the story isn't complete. It ought to have a Hunter, too, a Hunter, a Warrior, an Opener, and an Angel - a Fox and a Wolf, nipping at heels, biting at throats. There's no space in this other story for a cat, he thinks sometimes, or a cloak of a man who never existed.]
[And sometimes . . . sometimes he wants there to be space. But only on odd days, or in the equilibrium time when it's too late to be early but too early to be late.]
Or I'm here because I've outgrown my home. Because I need something new.
[No. He misses home. He aches for it. This is a transparent lie; he doesn't bother making it anything but.]
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[He believes this in the deepest, darkest part of himself: that the kindness that's only ever tripped him up is something that works for other people, to some extent, but also allows them to be used. That especially in his home, in London Below, he must be what he's become.]
[The trouble is, the story isn't complete. It ought to have a Hunter, too, a Hunter, a Warrior, an Opener, and an Angel - a Fox and a Wolf, nipping at heels, biting at throats. There's no space in this other story for a cat, he thinks sometimes, or a cloak of a man who never existed.]
[And sometimes . . . sometimes he wants there to be space. But only on odd days, or in the equilibrium time when it's too late to be early but too early to be late.]
Or I'm here because I've outgrown my home. Because I need something new.
[No. He misses home. He aches for it. This is a transparent lie; he doesn't bother making it anything but.]