Scott LynchLocke sighed.' So this is winning, ' he said.' It is, ' replied Jean. 'It can go fuck itself, ' said Locke.
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The difference between the two characters in the quote is that Jean, a normal human being, was able to find a way to cope with the loss of his friend. Locke, a self-absorbed super-genius, felt that he had lost everything and was ready to give up.
Source: The Lies Of Locke Lamora
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