“And I think,” I said, nodding toward the light that had disappeared around another bend in the path, “that I’m not confusing you at all. I think you just want to be the hero. You don’t want to admit that maybe, just maybe, you’re the villain.” “Is that really what you think of me?” He turned back to look at me, but it was too dark for me to make out his face. I didn’t have to wait until we’d rounded the corner, until I could make sure that he saw the hate I felt plain on my own face when I answered. But I did, anyway. “Yes,” I said, setting my jaw once we were once again in the flickering
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