His grief and her own sit side by side, and she sets her cup down, sinking back into the couch. All she could do was keep going through her days, sleepwalking, trying to not dwell on the truth. But it won't be changed, and Fever wonders if it is cruel, to be relieved by Anzu's obvious pain. Someone else knows that something is wrong, wrong enough that there is a distance between you and everyone else, the world behind layers of glass.
"I've had an idea what to do every time before. But not now."
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His grief and her own sit side by side, and she sets her cup down, sinking back into the couch. All she could do was keep going through her days, sleepwalking, trying to not dwell on the truth. But it won't be changed, and Fever wonders if it is cruel, to be relieved by Anzu's obvious pain. Someone else knows that something is wrong, wrong enough that there is a distance between you and everyone else, the world behind layers of glass.
"I've had an idea what to do every time before. But not now."