[At that, he stops peering after the cat with a look of desperation and instead turns his gaze back down to Athena. He needs to put more effort into his emotions. He needs to try and feel genuine confusion.
He needs to be Bobby Fulbright.
But it's so very hard when he's spent most of his lifetime running from what little emotions he has. Repressing them to the point where he can no longer distinguish between them. He can't produce anything remotely genuine unless it's actually warranted, but any warranted emotion is something he'd much rather repress. There's no telling what might be unleashed if he allowed his true feelings on the situation to dawn.]
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He needs to be Bobby Fulbright.
But it's so very hard when he's spent most of his lifetime running from what little emotions he has. Repressing them to the point where he can no longer distinguish between them. He can't produce anything remotely genuine unless it's actually warranted, but any warranted emotion is something he'd much rather repress. There's no telling what might be unleashed if he allowed his true feelings on the situation to dawn.]
This again? Why do people keep calling me that?