[It's not, he knows, an especially defensible position. Plus, every defense he does have runs straight into the other problem: that he doesn't want to think about any of it, that he's been working himself into the ground to avoid that very thing.
He sighs, rubbing his hands against his knees, looking down.] Look, maybe it'd be one thing if there were more of us, but...
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He sighs, rubbing his hands against his knees, looking down.] Look, maybe it'd be one thing if there were more of us, but...