Joseph rose. “She came to help me put Monstrilio down.” “Kill him?” “He can’t live like this, Magos,” Joseph said. “Look at him. Scared out of his mind.” “He’s adjusting!” “He’s lost all joy.” “He’s growing. Transforming. Of course he’s going to be disoriented.” “This isn’t confusion, Magos. This is despair.” Magos turned to me. Here I was again, trapped in this family.
