I am a terrible person.

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{Clive is curled up in a corner of the lobby, his knees pulled up to his chest, his face buried in his arms. He looks like he might be sobbing, but he's not making a sound.

Why?
He's having a fit of depression. He has them sometimes, when everything just hits him all at once and he can't help but break down.
This one's worse than usual, though. It's the first one he's had since... his plans failed. Since everything he had worked so hard for fell out from under him.
And it hurts.}