[He thinks about fate-- about coincidences and the nature of them, about the patterns of the world. He knows, better than most, how such things play out. And he doesn't know that he believes that anything is truly an accident.
A talk for another time, though.]
I'm sorry.
[He can't imagine not being bitter over being turned.]
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A talk for another time, though.]
I'm sorry.
[He can't imagine not being bitter over being turned.]