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SHERNEIL. I listened as he told me about his banishment. About his first few months as he struggled with the pain of being banished, and all I could think of, all I could imagine, was how he had survived those gruesome years of pain. Here is the bottom line, this was the first time I was having a deep conversation with someone, other than Robyn, and I didn’t know what the acceptable reactions were to all the information he was providing. I could identify feelings of fury, heartbreak, concern… but was it acceptable for me to let any of them out or even to experience them? This wasn’t my experience, but his. This didn’t happen to me, if so, did I even have the right? Would he want me to hug him or offer words of comfort? That is, if I could even find them. Or would he consider it to be pi