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    They have duels in his head, sometimes, as if his head wasn’t already a fucked-up battleground of paranoia and self-hatred. The Glenn of his memory and the Glenn of his memory, and which one wins depends on how many bruises Sylvain is sporting that day and how utterly hollow he feels inside, sitting behind the stables so Seteth doesn’t find him, drinking wine he smuggled into the monastery until he blacks out.

    He doesn’t want to talk about it with Ingrid, because the Glenn of Ingrid’s memory is infallible, carefully placed upon a pedestal (and doesn’t he do that too? what a hypocrite), and he also doesn’t want to talk about Glenn with Dimitri, who seems as though he is going to sink right through the floor sometimes with the weight of his self-imposed guilt.

    And Felix?

    Well, Felix.

    [a piece for Sincerity: A Sylvain Gautier Zine]

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