[ Bodhi pauses. he's not sure he wants to talk about it, no. not now, when it's all too fresh and the music is grating on every single nerve. if he talks about it, he doesn't think he'll be able to stop. he shakes his head. ]
Do you want to talk about it? Because I sure as hell don't.
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Do you want to talk about it? Because I sure as hell don't.
[ then, less snappishly: ]
Sorry. Pact is fine.