My father looked as if I’d just gutted him, and I felt a pang of regret—but it was mingled with a twisted sense of satis — Ernest Cline, Armada
My father looked as if I’d just gutted him, and I felt a pang of regret—but it was mingled with a twisted sense of satis — Ernest Cline, Armada
My father looked as if I’d just gutted him, and I felt a pang of regret—but it was mingled with a twisted sense of satis — Ernest Cline, Armada
My father looked as if I’d just gutted him, and I felt a pang of regret—but it was mingled with a twisted sense of satis — Ernest Cline, Armada
My father looked as if I’d just gutted him, and I felt a pang of regret—but it was mingled with a twisted sense of satis — Ernest Cline, Armada
My father looked as if I’d just gutted him, and I felt a pang of regret—but it was mingled with a twisted sense of satis — Ernest Cline, Armada
My father looked as if I’d just gutted him, and I felt a pang of regret—but it was mingled with a twisted sense of satis — Ernest Cline, Armada
My father looked as if I’d just gutted him, and I felt a pang of regret—but it was mingled with a twisted sense of satis — Ernest Cline, Armada
My father looked as if I’d just gutted him, and I felt a pang of regret—but it was mingled with a twisted sense of satis — Ernest Cline, Armada
My father looked as if I’d just gutted him, and I felt a pang of regret—but it was mingled with a twisted sense of satis — Ernest Cline, Armada
My father looked as if I’d just gutted him, and I felt a pang of regret—but it was mingled with a twisted sense of satis — Ernest Cline, Armada
My father looked as if I’d just gutted him, and I felt a pang of regret—but it was mingled with a twisted sense of satis — Ernest Cline, Armada
My father looked as if I’d just gutted him, and I felt a pang of regret—but it was mingled with a twisted sense of satis — Ernest Cline, Armada
My father looked as if I’d just gutted him, and I felt a pang of regret—but it was mingled with a twisted sense of satis — Ernest Cline, Armada
My father looked as if I’d just gutted him, and I felt a pang of regret—but it was mingled with a twisted sense of satis — Ernest Cline, Armada
My father looked as if I’d just gutted him, and I felt a pang of regret—but it was mingled with a twisted sense of satis — Ernest Cline, Armada
My father looked as if I’d just gutted him, and I felt a pang of regret—but it was mingled with a twisted sense of satis — Ernest Cline, Armada
My father looked as if I’d just gutted him, and I felt a pang of regret—but it was mingled with a twisted sense of satis — Ernest Cline, Armada
My father looked as if I’d just gutted him, and I felt a pang of regret—but it was mingled with a twisted sense of satis — Ernest Cline, Armada
My father looked as if I’d just gutted him, and I felt a pang of regret—but it was mingled with a twisted sense of satis — Ernest Cline, Armada
My father looked as if I’d just gutted him, and I felt a pang of regret—but it was mingled with a twisted sense of satis — Ernest Cline, Armada
My father looked as if I’d just gutted him, and I felt a pang of regret—but it was mingled with a twisted sense of satis — Ernest Cline, Armada
My father looked as if I’d just gutted him, and I felt a pang of regret—but it was mingled with a twisted sense of satis — Ernest Cline, Armada
My father looked as if I’d just gutted him, and I felt a pang of regret—but it was mingled with a twisted sense of satis — Ernest Cline, Armada
My father looked as if I’d just gutted him, and I felt a pang of regret—but it was mingled with a twisted sense of satis — Ernest Cline, Armada
My father looked as if I’d just gutted him, and I felt a pang of regret—but it was mingled with a twisted sense of satis — Ernest Cline, Armada
My father looked as if I’d just gutted him, and I felt a pang of regret—but it was mingled with a twisted sense of satis — Ernest Cline, Armada
My father looked as if I’d just gutted him, and I felt a pang of regret—but it was mingled with a twisted sense of satis — Ernest Cline, Armada
My father looked as if I’d just gutted him, and I felt a pang of regret—but it was mingled with a twisted sense of satis — Ernest Cline, Armada
My father looked as if I’d just gutted him, and I felt a pang of regret—but it was mingled with a twisted sense of satis — Ernest Cline, Armada
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My father looked as if I’d just gutted him, and I felt a pang of regret—but it was mingled with a twisted sense of satisfaction. It felt good to hurt his feelings—it was payback for the way his choices had irrevocably damaged my own.

— Ernest Cline, Armada
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