The words bounced around in Gansey's head, hitting walls of his consciousness and never finding their way in. That couldn't be. If it had been Noah's voice, he'd have known. He'd heard Noah's voice 100 times. The way he said Glendower wasn't...
No, it was. It absolutely was. Why hadn't Gansey caught that before? Had he wanted it to be his call so badly that he'd mistaken that identity all of these years? Yes. Gansey had seen what he'd wanted to see. No big surprise there.
"Oh." It sounded weak and Gansey hated that. Had he allowed himself the time to daydream about meeting Noah again, it wouldn't have gone like this. He'd have been more welcoming, more certain. He'd have known everything there was to know. What kind of King was he?
"Why?" The question was too matter-of-fact. Of all of the things to say, why had that been it? Noah could have warned him, could have changed the course of his entire life. Why had he allowed him to devote his life to something that wasn't?
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No, it was. It absolutely was. Why hadn't Gansey caught that before? Had he wanted it to be his call so badly that he'd mistaken that identity all of these years? Yes. Gansey had seen what he'd wanted to see. No big surprise there.
"Oh." It sounded weak and Gansey hated that. Had he allowed himself the time to daydream about meeting Noah again, it wouldn't have gone like this. He'd have been more welcoming, more certain. He'd have known everything there was to know. What kind of King was he?
"Why?" The question was too matter-of-fact. Of all of the things to say, why had that been it? Noah could have warned him, could have changed the course of his entire life. Why had he allowed him to devote his life to something that wasn't?