Sometimes. [ He has no idea what he used to be. The realization’s been slow, reluctantly holding on to the few things that he thought made sense. But the second he left the Capitol, those things had started to erode; they didn’t hold up in the face of everyone else’s words.
You’re a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. Everything he knows about what he used to be is second-hand. ]
It doesn’t make it easier. All it does is show you how much you’ve changed.
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You’re a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. Everything he knows about what he used to be is second-hand. ]
It doesn’t make it easier. All it does is show you how much you’ve changed.