[ Except..there's nothing good about this. He can feel in his bones how easy it would be to become desolate and hopeless, one of those people Yancy spoke of. The ones that don't see or feel or move, the ones that don't register the stop of the train, the pull of the whistle. He licks his lips and drains his glass, uneasy as he lapses into an uncomfortable silence. ]
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..Yeah. Guess so.
[ Except..there's nothing good about this. He can feel in his bones how easy it would be to become desolate and hopeless, one of those people Yancy spoke of. The ones that don't see or feel or move, the ones that don't register the stop of the train, the pull of the whistle. He licks his lips and drains his glass, uneasy as he lapses into an uncomfortable silence. ]