"Would you believe I was an optimist once? I believed I could be free for a time, I believed I could find happiness in the Circle for a short time after that, I believed I could regain my happiness and gain freedom after that..." He'd been broken of those notions, of those habits of hoping. Eventually it had become desperation and defiance driving him, until defiance failed and it was only despair and fear and grief and anger.
"It's better in our little camp of tents. Sky, cat, and Nate. And people who don't entirely mind me. Or they like me better than they like my humming, at least." He gives her another small smile.
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"Would you believe I was an optimist once? I believed I could be free for a time, I believed I could find happiness in the Circle for a short time after that, I believed I could regain my happiness and gain freedom after that..." He'd been broken of those notions, of those habits of hoping. Eventually it had become desperation and defiance driving him, until defiance failed and it was only despair and fear and grief and anger.
"It's better in our little camp of tents. Sky, cat, and Nate. And people who don't entirely mind me. Or they like me better than they like my humming, at least." He gives her another small smile.