Such an Ibisian scene: both their faces were formal masks, their posture correct, pain kept inside where it cut deeper.
I knew if I started touching you I wouldn't be able to stop.
A metric fuckton of dumb so epically mind-destroyingly beyond a bad idea that there's not a chance they would go there.
To be angry at the gods is to scream at the stars. Even if they hear, they will not stop shining.