[ Ray's upbringing was no picnic, certainly -- maybe even parallel in some ways to a post-apocalyptic society, thinking on the way poor rednecks in the deep South were used to living -- but at least he'd known there was a world beyond just the small one he'd been trapped in at the time, known that at some point he would even be able to leave it.
If he hadn't had that Ray has no idea where he'd be today, what kind of man he'd have grown into, if at all-- a world that bleak no matter where you go almost doesn't even seem worth it.
But of course he says none of that. ]
Er-- right. [ He sets the plate down, rubbing awkwardly at his neck. ] And it's like that everywhere? Like all over the world?
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If he hadn't had that Ray has no idea where he'd be today, what kind of man he'd have grown into, if at all-- a world that bleak no matter where you go almost doesn't even seem worth it.
But of course he says none of that. ]
Er-- right. [ He sets the plate down, rubbing awkwardly at his neck. ] And it's like that everywhere? Like all over the world?