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“Yeah?” “You and Gareth aren’t different in my eyes, not even a little. I’m only harsher with you because your character is harsher.” He shrugs. “Gareth can be a pain in the ass, too. You just don’t see it.” “Hey!” my eldest son protests. Reina smiles with tears in her eyes and rubs his chest. “I want a family hug.” And then she pulls us all in a hug, because she can be sentimental like that. All three of us would rather not do this, but if there’s anything we agree on, it’s our care for this woman. She can make me and our boys burn a whole town for her by just saying the words. Then she hugs Kill individually, basically strangling him, considering his expression, then whispers something in his ear. For the first time ever, his features soften and he looks like that six-year-old boy who used to sit on a swing and stare into space like an old man. “What are you looking at, Kill?” I asked him once. He sighed with the exasperation of a person who’s seen it all. “How boring everything is.