[ There's a comfortable familiarity to that dry banter, the joke indistinguishable from the plain truth. He and Ganymede have that a little in common.
Maybe that's why the other words connect like a blow. An old and lancing ache, sharp enough that it draws his breath up a little shallow. It takes him a little bit to begin to type again. ]
I have.
[ Four years. It must have felt like a lifetime -- whatever the situation was that Ganymede can't name. ]
At that time I chose to keep struggling futilely. I felt that if I didn't, my existence would be meaningless. Whatever choice you made, no one else can judge.
Do you still feel that way? Or do you know what you want now?
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Maybe that's why the other words connect like a blow. An old and lancing ache, sharp enough that it draws his breath up a little shallow. It takes him a little bit to begin to type again. ]
I have.
[ Four years. It must have felt like a lifetime -- whatever the situation was that Ganymede can't name. ]
At that time I chose to keep struggling futilely. I felt that if I didn't, my existence would be meaningless. Whatever choice you made, no one else can judge.
Do you still feel that way? Or do you know what you want now?