Sadness tightened my chest despite the incredulous anger. Damn, Moth had issues. And I knew my initial assessment of him had been right. It wasn’t just about helping Ghost, despite what he’d said. He desperately wanted to be accepted by the camp, but he wasn’t. And he hated that I had been so easily. I couldn’t imagine what it was like, straddling both worlds. He didn’t seem to have been fully accepted by either.
This is so sad
