[He feels he's never been a butterly. Not even close. Maybe something writhing in the dirt, instead.]
...That's a hard question. [He stares away, something a little hard in his expression.] I wouldn't leave anything of ...myself. But something for others.
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[He feels he's never been a butterly. Not even close. Maybe something writhing in the dirt, instead.]
...That's a hard question. [He stares away, something a little hard in his expression.] I wouldn't leave anything of ...myself. But something for others.