Noctisardor Bypass How would it ever get me by?

Already the walls had been refortified; Anselm mentally withdrew behind them. Druid's gaze did not flinch, and he knew he was being studied in exquisite detail. No matter; he would barricade himself in like he always did, and the world would continue to assume he did not feel deeply because he was not emotional or hysterical like the rest of them.

What was with the questions? It was beginning to all really sink in. Not just everything Druid accused, but that Etienne was really --

-- gone.

She'd accused him of projecting. Whether she was right or not, Anselm refused to acknowledge it.

-- gone.

His jaw clapped shut and he moved past. He would not answer -- he did not have the energy to reassure every insecure thought. He was here, and that was all that should matter -- and the fact he still remained should speak for itself.