A quiet, for a moment, considering, still watching him so very closely even after Byerly looks away. There's an honesty to his tone, a frankness to his words. But a kind of detachment. Too distant. The fear -- no, not fear, resignation, maybe. It's real. And why wouldn't it be, if his entire family has been as mad as he says it is, for entire generations?
Still. What he's saying is. Familiar. And after far too long of a pause; ]
What do you think it feels like to lose your mind, Byerly?
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A quiet, for a moment, considering, still watching him so very closely even after Byerly looks away. There's an honesty to his tone, a frankness to his words. But a kind of detachment. Too distant. The fear -- no, not fear, resignation, maybe. It's real. And why wouldn't it be, if his entire family has been as mad as he says it is, for entire generations?
Still. What he's saying is. Familiar. And after far too long of a pause; ]
What do you think it feels like to lose your mind, Byerly?