"One could," Devero concedes, "but not this one. And you're not that old!"
Like that's the actual issue at play here.
"Other folk here have been kind to me. They've made me feel very welcome. And I know-- I know I can bring a lot to this community, and I know my contributions it will be appreciated. But Sanzo--" He almost looks at him, but his eyes snag on smoke and cigarette and don't move higher. "No one has made me feel the way you've made me feel."
He looks away again, clasping both hands around his Interface. "And I don't just mean-- how much fun I had with you, the other day. I think there's been something festering inside me for-- for-- for a long time. You saw that. I feel like maybe my ragged edges need to be ripped open, to let this infection out."
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Like that's the actual issue at play here.
"Other folk here have been kind to me. They've made me feel very welcome. And I know-- I know I can bring a lot to this community, and I know my contributions it will be appreciated. But Sanzo--" He almost looks at him, but his eyes snag on smoke and cigarette and don't move higher. "No one has made me feel the way you've made me feel."
He looks away again, clasping both hands around his Interface. "And I don't just mean-- how much fun I had with you, the other day. I think there's been something festering inside me for-- for-- for a long time. You saw that. I feel like maybe my ragged edges need to be ripped open, to let this infection out."