careless or unkind (sylvix…. vaguely)
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word count: 4148
summary:
“Look,” Sylvain says, “what do you want from me?”
Felix does not answer.
“Do you want me to apologize? For saving your life?” He laughs, light and mocking, like the concept of not giving his life for Felix should be the premise of a hit comedy sketch. Like his own life having value ought to be the final punchline of a stand-up show.
On the precipice of war, Sylvain is injured. Felix copes.













