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"You pull the feather from his hat."

"They know your game, they know the cards you dealt yourself. You smile in return, there’s nothing they can do to stop you."

“Do you sometimes dream of flying?”

"His hand is on my shoulder and it’s too loose too cold too inhuman, and I don’t need any superpowers to discern that."

"The words come back to you then, you can taste them in the back of your throat, it reminds you of bile."

"The same hands that kindle fire and move oceans and release lightning and they’re touching you as if his own heart were in his hands."

"Everything in this world is as it should be, as it always has been, the fog peeled away and the picture saturated."

They love you regardless.

"Is triumph supposed to feel this hollow?"

Would he be disappointed if you simply stared?