Lost. Walking a dirt road. Dust lungs, coughing and hating. He was given a truth to either digest or reject; blissful ignorance was gone.
A glaring weakness in one supposedly stronger. Not without remorse, one hopes, but full of pity and so grotesque.
No one now telling him how to act. He relies on indifference, his valued friend and protector.
Vomiting and praying and hating.
Just tired.
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