[As quickly as it came, the anger slipped away. Like he couldn't hold onto beyond the moment he felt it. Emotions always just out of his grasp. Not his to keep. Not his to hold onto. Not his to nurture.
The candle flames returned to their normal level, flickering in the sudden dark that followed. His voice back to that bored emptiness.]
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The candle flames returned to their normal level, flickering in the sudden dark that followed. His voice back to that bored emptiness.]
What is there to see?