The who? [The touch makes Koby spook a little, like a nervous forest creature, but he drops his bitten nails and focuses on Abigail, on the warmth of her small hand against his arm. The word is weird, taking him a moment to place, flicking mentally through the (frankly copious) amount of books he’s read over the past several months.
Finally:] The minotaur. From the story? You think –
[He breaks off, swallowing tightly, thinking about that legend, about what happened to the people in it. Still, he trusts Abigail – a bond forged in the fires of snail-feeding – so he doesn’t immediately try to argue.] You don’t think he’s a monster?
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Finally:] The minotaur. From the story? You think –
[He breaks off, swallowing tightly, thinking about that legend, about what happened to the people in it. Still, he trusts Abigail – a bond forged in the fires of snail-feeding – so he doesn’t immediately try to argue.] You don’t think he’s a monster?