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Soft Pen. Kind Titch. Loving Tiny. Sweet Kid.
“Softness gets your heart broken. Kindness makes you weak. Love makes you a burden and sweetness makes you a target. I understand that now.”
“Then tell us, Titch, why do you need to keep dancing?” York asks, swallowing hard. He swipes at his split lip with the back of his hand, smearing the blood across his pale skin. “To stop me from turning into a monster,” I whisper. “No,” Xeno replies, shaking his head. “You have to keep dancing to make sure that we don’t.”
“What is this, some kind of cock-off?”