[He knows he doesn't need to remind Ion of that. If anything, the words are for himself, aimed like a grenade at this bitterness that refuses to abate. Frown still etched into his face, he glares down at his hands]
And wishes have burned us before, haven't they? I should've figured...
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Life's unfair.
[He knows he doesn't need to remind Ion of that. If anything, the words are for himself, aimed like a grenade at this bitterness that refuses to abate. Frown still etched into his face, he glares down at his hands]
And wishes have burned us before, haven't they? I should've figured...