I never asked for their help! [But he had needed it - there's no way he wouldn't have been killed if left on his own back then. Jeb is right. How many had helped him, or tried to help him, when he always anticipated the worst out of them? When he had been young and - he thought - foolish, how many had welcomed him after he worried they would reject him like so many had before?
This village has never been what he expected.
Jeb is right.
He fights back the only way he can - shutting his ears to reason, shutting his eyes to what is standing right in front of him. Let nothing get through to him, don't let it touch him. He steps back.]
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This village has never been what he expected.
Jeb is right.
He fights back the only way he can - shutting his ears to reason, shutting his eyes to what is standing right in front of him. Let nothing get through to him, don't let it touch him. He steps back.]