[ Then Star really is Solomon after all. Silly him, talking to a sheep of all things. Amon's gaze flits from the sheep to the phone, then up to meet familiar eyes in a very unfamiliar form. Then this must be— what was it? What had Sika changed? Something about a child, a basement, brutalized by a family that should have protected them.
While the appearance surprises him, the recollection of Solomon's despair barely touches. To him, it is a fact that something like that must have happened, only that it had been twisted terribly.
Yet another reason why life simply isn't worth it— no, that was the old him. Various old hims, even. ]
My, it would seem I am at last the taller of us two.
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While the appearance surprises him, the recollection of Solomon's despair barely touches. To him, it is a fact that something like that must have happened, only that it had been twisted terribly.
Yet another reason why life simply isn't worth it— no, that was the old him. Various old hims, even. ]
My, it would seem I am at last the taller of us two.