the unreliable narrator

[Ahren de le Poer]

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indent Nurture over nature. “No,” Ahren said quietly. “It’s just…my father, he…” Something hazy filtered through his eyes, something he did not want there. Damian was dead, his mother was dead, they were gone so why the fuck did it matter? Because he sold her out. Because he sold you out. His jaw tightened, and only released enough for another long drag on the cigarette. His right hand stopped moving, and instead dug into the loose skin over his rib cage. He held it, aware he was holding so tightly that he had begun to feel pain and bleed.
indent Only then did he let go, drawing his hand away and bringing it to his face. Id fought superego as his mind began to reel with the very real dilemma it was facing.

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