[ Byerly isn't often so raw. He's let go of much of what made him a spy, true enough, but he is still a spy. Though he wouldn't be so perfect or so polished as Bastien, he could hold it in. But he doesn't.
He crouches on the ground instead. Gets closer to Bastien. Lets him see the red rims of his eyes. ]
Don't you see that? I couldn't imagine any life without you, and so I invented you.
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[ Byerly isn't often so raw. He's let go of much of what made him a spy, true enough, but he is still a spy. Though he wouldn't be so perfect or so polished as Bastien, he could hold it in. But he doesn't.
He crouches on the ground instead. Gets closer to Bastien. Lets him see the red rims of his eyes. ]
Don't you see that? I couldn't imagine any life without you, and so I invented you.