Emberwood The devil in disguise had a poker face

Every resonating word deadened his heart further. He felt lost and empty by the end, adrift in the idea that this was a known phenomenon, and that the only other case study he knew of was still all alone. Yet at the same time, it was comforting to know that he was not uniquely broken — that there was at least Etienne who had walked the same pathways before him.

"I'm sorry," he said, because he saw this as a thing of deep and painful grief. Still, he could not help but admire his fortitude. The fact that he was still alive, and still walking ever onward, was something to which Katmai could aspire.