[ What I'm afraid of, he means to say. What is he afraid of? Choosing wrong, which is another way of saying doing wrong. Things spiraling out of control, even though control is an illusion. Fucking all this up and leaving nothing behind for anyone. No future, no heaven or earth, not even ash for flowers to grow upon.
If that's what trials mean, then maybe he is afraid of them. But then Tezca calls attention to his absolutely miserable shoelace-untying efforts, and Matt's thoughts scatter into a bird-storm of giggles. (He wishes his natural laugh was reliably manly, but alas.) ]
I was trying to get them off with my mind, [ he protests. ] But the laces all feel the same from here. They're too fungible.
[ When Tezcatlipoca bends to help, Matt at least stops trying to make the laces move. Instead, he cards his fingers through his hair. ]
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[ What I'm afraid of, he means to say. What is he afraid of? Choosing wrong, which is another way of saying doing wrong. Things spiraling out of control, even though control is an illusion. Fucking all this up and leaving nothing behind for anyone. No future, no heaven or earth, not even ash for flowers to grow upon.
If that's what trials mean, then maybe he is afraid of them. But then Tezca calls attention to his absolutely miserable shoelace-untying efforts, and Matt's thoughts scatter into a bird-storm of giggles. (He wishes his natural laugh was reliably manly, but alas.) ]
I was trying to get them off with my mind, [ he protests. ] But the laces all feel the same from here. They're too fungible.
[ When Tezcatlipoca bends to help, Matt at least stops trying to make the laces move. Instead, he cards his fingers through his hair. ]