so much life in one little world
Frowning deeply at his counterpart—in years to come with Ever's brow is permanently creased, we'll be able to look back and point to this moment as where his wrinkles began—the boy gives his head a shake. "No, mountain." He repeats, slowly, as if Teo was a bit thick. "Maybe it doesn't mean anything." Ever offers with a small shrug. "My father's name doesn't mean anything, even though it sounds like part of a fish."
Considering this, Ever gives one of his feet a kick beneath the bench. "Yeah, more." He agrees, before his face creases once again into a frown. "Or maybe not even more. But we all eat and die and are made by the gods, right? And we might think we're smarter, but lots of animals don't start wars, or pick fights with one another."
Considering this, Ever gives one of his feet a kick beneath the bench. "Yeah, more." He agrees, before his face creases once again into a frown. "Or maybe not even more. But we all eat and die and are made by the gods, right? And we might think we're smarter, but lots of animals don't start wars, or pick fights with one another."
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