[The bark of laughter is bitter and, if one were to listen closely, coloured with despair. For a moment he feels dizzy with— with longing. If only, if only… that such delusions could be real.
Suddenly, ‘Aracha’ stands up, his face still turned away from Rafael. Though anger still burned in his heart, his voice had flattened to a dull, blunt thing. He was breaking a man’s heart - there could be no satisfaction in that.]
Then I’ll spare you that ordeal. That way you won’t be bound to a fake.
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[The bark of laughter is bitter and, if one were to listen closely, coloured with despair. For a moment he feels dizzy with— with longing. If only, if only… that such delusions could be real.
Suddenly, ‘Aracha’ stands up, his face still turned away from Rafael. Though anger still burned in his heart, his voice had flattened to a dull, blunt thing. He was breaking a man’s heart - there could be no satisfaction in that.]
Then I’ll spare you that ordeal. That way you won’t be bound to a fake.