[There's a bitterness that goes beyond resentment in the way he pushes the words out, a reflexive aversion, as though they taste foul in his mouth.]
When we - the world where our souls were animals. Mine had open wounds.
[There's no doubt in him, not a speck, that it was as literal a translation as the barge could manage. Maybe if she'd had fishhooks trailing from each one.]
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[There's a bitterness that goes beyond resentment in the way he pushes the words out, a reflexive aversion, as though they taste foul in his mouth.]
When we - the world where our souls were animals. Mine had open wounds.
[There's no doubt in him, not a speck, that it was as literal a translation as the barge could manage. Maybe if she'd had fishhooks trailing from each one.]