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“Maybe, once upon a time, he had hoped. Hoped that someone would reach down and help him up. But he’d waited once, and there had been no one. A second time, and still, no one. He had experienced disappointment after disappointment, and he’d gradually grown inured to it. By the time someone, finally, came to help him up, it no longer felt necessary; it only felt shameful. It’s just a little fall. It’s not like I broke my leg. No need to make a fuss about it. And if the leg was broken? He was the type to simply think, It’s just a broken leg; it’s not like I’m dead. No need to make a fuss about it. And what if he had died? Even as a ghost, he might think, Well, I’m already dead, no point fussing about it now. This type worked so hard to distance themselves from the fussy melodrama of the weak. Yet, without realizing it, they would instead fall prey to a different kind of melodrama: a pride so stubborn it was like an incurable disease.”
― Rou Bao Bu Chi Rou, The Husky and His White Cat Shizun: Erha He Ta De Bai Mao Shizun (Novel) Vol. 3