[...He doesn't even know what to say to that. The cutting response isn't piecing together in his mouth. The steel wall of harsh words isn't rushing to his defense. Frey's sympathy - far more kindness than he knows how to deal with from outside his small tight circle - just sits out in the open, unchallenged. He isn't in the mood to deal with anything that will fill his already brimming brain with such thick uncertainty. He can only glare silently for a few moments, eyes frantic.]
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