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The Alpha's lips pursed when Eljay threw that question at him. He was definitely worried that something wasn't right in his nephew's head but did he want to say that to him? What good would that do, aside from hurt him more? Peregrine was getting sick of hurting him. He wasn't one to lie or even sugarcoat things. He wanted to be honest, without doing any more damage. Was that even possible at this point?

Gently, he said, "Crazy? No. Confused? Yes. Trauma can do that to you: confuse you, mix things up in your head and heart..." He drew in a breath. "But I don't think you're lying or that you're insane or anything like that. I do think that, maybe, your mind is playing tricks on you because you want so badly for Peter to be alive." He gave Eljay a sympathetic look. "And because the reality sucks so bad, it's much easier to go along with the fantasy than to fight it. To accept the truth. Which—I know how that feels, Eljay. You're not alone in this."