[ with a little shake of his head, almost helpless. it had made fucking sense until he came here, that's the thing. that everything pagan said to him, everything gesture of affection, was just part of some fucked up game -- of course pagan would want him dead, the son of mohan ghale, the hope of the golden path. and everything else was to... what, lower his guard? fuck with his head?
he can't make the pieces of the jigsaw fit back together anymore, and it makes him feel stretched thin and worn out to even try. ]
Sabal -- [ he hesitates there, shakes his head again. ] The Golden Path made it seem like they were saving me from you.
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[ with a little shake of his head, almost helpless. it had made fucking sense until he came here, that's the thing. that everything pagan said to him, everything gesture of affection, was just part of some fucked up game -- of course pagan would want him dead, the son of mohan ghale, the hope of the golden path. and everything else was to... what, lower his guard? fuck with his head?
he can't make the pieces of the jigsaw fit back together anymore, and it makes him feel stretched thin and worn out to even try. ]
Sabal -- [ he hesitates there, shakes his head again. ] The Golden Path made it seem like they were saving me from you.