“Everyone doing their best to help me,” Edwyn says stiltedly, “everyone bending over backward to show me kindness I know I have not earned, they’re all going to be bitterly disappointed when they fail.” “First of all,” I say loudly, holding up a finger, “you don’t earn kindness. Second, no one is bending anything for you—they’re just trying to give you what you should’ve been getting already. And third, fail what, exactly?” Edwyn flushes heavily and looks away. “Making me…normal.”
EDWYN. CALLIE. it's all too much
