[ ... it makes her ill to think about. He's talking about the right path, the right history but no matter how right things turned out that still leaves however many dead ends where he... well. 'Dead end' says it all, really. ]
... do you remember them? All those dead ends. All those... other times.
[ She hates herself for asking, but it's like the same sick curiosity that makes you pick at a scab. She has to know. ]
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... do you remember them? All those dead ends. All those... other times.
[ She hates herself for asking, but it's like the same sick curiosity that makes you pick at a scab. She has to know. ]