Euyn would’ve gotten a kick out of me turning paranoid. He finally would’ve had a rapt listener for all of his traps and scanning techniques. Tears prick my eyes, and I’m not sure why. Why now? My first instinct is to dismiss the feeling. But what is the point of that? Does our love not deserve mourning? Or is it that I don’t want to cry in front of the others? I’m safer among these three people than I am in the rest of the world.
