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Eljay listened numbly to the story that uncle Colt told him. About a girl he used to know that he loved a lot, and who died. Eljay frowned through the story, though it was hard to say what he was feeling. Eljay didn't really know how to respond. He was supposed to cry, but he'd been told his whole life that he shouldn't cry. He'd been shunned and bullied and disliked for it. And now uncle Colt was telling him he should?

Okay, Eljay said demurely, though he didn't really believe the words. He had been trained too hard to believe all his emotions were weakness, and especially now that he had children of his own, Eljay didn't really believe his uncle's words. Even if his uncle would stick to them, the rest of the world would still look at him with judgement in they eyes, like they always had. Maybe even his own children might, a thought he hadn't had before but that now suddenly plagued his anxiety.