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“A girl.” He responded. He wasn't sure why Wraen had suggested that his interest might have been a boy- he thought he'd been fairly clear that this was someone that he'd had feelings for- but it didn't occur to him that Wraen was simply being considerate and inclusive, because he'd never really stopped to wonder if he'd ever potentially liked a boy. Perhaps those were thoughts for another day, and perhaps then it might surprise him- but now, he was simply slightly confused that Wraen had brought up the possibility at all, considering that he was fairly certain that both he- and therefore the rest of the world- knew that he liked women.

She was trying to reassure him by making light of the situation, but it didn't really help for her to play the part of a witch. He didn't want to hear about spells or tricks or anything like that, because he knew they couldn't help. So when she switched from her hag-voice and back into her usual voice, he relaxed slightly. She told him she'd seen this happen before, but like the stubborn youth he was, he didn't think it was at all possible that anyone else had been through what he'd been through. It was entirely impossible for someone else to have done what he'd done- nearly killing themselves in front of their cherished one, and in doing so, destroying the project they'd worked so hard on. And when he'd had a panic attack...She hadn't even cared enough to come and check on him to make sure that he was alright. She hadn't stuck around after the den had collapsed, either.

Maybe, whispered a tiny, unfamiliar voice. Maybe she just doesn't care if you're alive at all.

That thought made him wince, and he shrank a bit against Wraen's side. “There's no point.” Was all he could muster.