[ He doesn't live in fear of Byerly realizing what he is—or what he's been, at least—and recoiling in horror. By already knows. And if he ever is caught by surprise by the details, Bastien trusts him to hold on instead of letting go. So it isn't precisely relief Bastien feels, whenever he talks about it without getting the sense that Byerly and his good, heroic heart are disturbed or judgmental. But it's something. Awe, maybe. Such a strange thing, to be able to lay his flaws out for examination without any real fear. ]
Maybe that is the secret. Foolishness, at any income.
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[ He doesn't live in fear of Byerly realizing what he is—or what he's been, at least—and recoiling in horror. By already knows. And if he ever is caught by surprise by the details, Bastien trusts him to hold on instead of letting go. So it isn't precisely relief Bastien feels, whenever he talks about it without getting the sense that Byerly and his good, heroic heart are disturbed or judgmental. But it's something. Awe, maybe. Such a strange thing, to be able to lay his flaws out for examination without any real fear. ]
Maybe that is the secret. Foolishness, at any income.