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And the words died on his lips, staring at... him. It's a him. Maybe. He's not even sure but, maybe?
"Breaking shit was an accident," he says, head canting to one side, peering at him. "Wait, you look familiar. You're one of the kids, right?"
As if he's not, but then he sees the kids of this house and the rest of them differently.