[ even if he doesn't understand what it's like to love someone the way daan had loved his wife, he can relate to the bitterness that touches daan's tone—"this fucking place." this fucking place indeed. and this, too, heine can understand: going through something senseless, something violent, and afterward needing to know why. as if knowing the reason would help put together the pieces in a way that makes sense.
(he's not far enough along the journey yet to know that it doesn't work like that.) ]
Do you think we can? Get out of here. [ now that he's spilled his guts, metaphorically speaking, heine feels a little better—more sober, too, since he stopped drinking straight out of the whisky bottle. ]
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[ even if he doesn't understand what it's like to love someone the way daan had loved his wife, he can relate to the bitterness that touches daan's tone—"this fucking place." this fucking place indeed. and this, too, heine can understand: going through something senseless, something violent, and afterward needing to know why. as if knowing the reason would help put together the pieces in a way that makes sense.
(he's not far enough along the journey yet to know that it doesn't work like that.) ]
Do you think we can? Get out of here. [ now that he's spilled his guts, metaphorically speaking, heine feels a little better—more sober, too, since he stopped drinking straight out of the whisky bottle. ]