[Iggy's mind is an open book, and he would probably say that it is not a particularly interesting one.
(A lie. A hundred final moments live in his memory. Countless moments that don't belong to him. Those that are his own are lonely.)
Iggy swallows, his throat suddenly dry. But he doesn't drop his gaze. Still bright, still curious, even if he suddenly understands what his namesake must have felt looking at the prowling lions.]
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(A lie. A hundred final moments live in his memory. Countless moments that don't belong to him. Those that are his own are lonely.)
Iggy swallows, his throat suddenly dry. But he doesn't drop his gaze. Still bright, still curious, even if he suddenly understands what his namesake must have felt looking at the prowling lions.]
Nobody's supposed to know.