“Andrew said nothing for a while, then, “You’re more a raccoon than a fox.” Neil stared. “What?” “A raccoon,” Andrew said, and mimed holding a ball in front of his face. “Exy is the shiny object of your sad little world. You know you’re being hunted and you know the hounds are closing in, but you won’t let go to save yourself. You once told me you don’t understand why a person would actively try to die, but here you are. I guess that was another lie.”
