[He uses the turning of the staircase to the next half-flight, his hand ghosting over the banister, as an excuse to prolong the quiet before his answer.]
I don't know. Maybe. No, I don't know.
[What he had back there, all of it splintering and crumbling down around him, and his narrow frame buckling underneath the weight of all that detritus, he had wanted to escape - not just wanted, but needed to escape, because that was all there was left to do about it.]
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I don't know. Maybe. No, I don't know.
[What he had back there, all of it splintering and crumbling down around him, and his narrow frame buckling underneath the weight of all that detritus, he had wanted to escape - not just wanted, but needed to escape, because that was all there was left to do about it.]