[ He would have neutralized this contempt all those years ago; poured something into the very base of his chest to take away its bite. Reminder after reminder paraded into that bubbling cauldron until it calmed - reminders to check himself, to reconsider, to be kind. The picture of his distress would reappear in his mind's eye, and Godfrey would have believed it to be genuine. Temper yourself, Godfrey. Bitterness would be no victory; it would only beget more unhappiness. Be kind.
Not here.
Instead, Godfrey asks himself how long his mind was not his own. He tries to count how many times Gale must have capitalized on that very softness to keep him in line and runs out of fingers. He cannot neutralize it. Its boiling begin to overtake his ribs. His face grows hot beneath the muzzle as Godfrey's head cants, sharply, dropping toward one shoulder. ]
Just so. [ He feels his voice's calm tone broken, rising in his throat - something unfamiliar, as though the anger and indignity had no choice but to surge beneath it. ] Astonishing, the things one may learn when they are not being blindfolded.
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Not here.
Instead, Godfrey asks himself how long his mind was not his own. He tries to count how many times Gale must have capitalized on that very softness to keep him in line and runs out of fingers. He cannot neutralize it. Its boiling begin to overtake his ribs. His face grows hot beneath the muzzle as Godfrey's head cants, sharply, dropping toward one shoulder. ]
Just so. [ He feels his voice's calm tone broken, rising in his throat - something unfamiliar, as though the anger and indignity had no choice but to surge beneath it. ] Astonishing, the things one may learn when they are not being blindfolded.