[He cuts off. The lump in his throat is back, and he wants nothing more than to rip it out. His fingers lift up toward his throat, wrapping around the column of his neck. They tighten, but don't squeeze enough to cut off any of the air. It's just pressure, a hope of alleviating some of the horrid feelings building up within him.]
Because I thought you would understand. I - [He isn't allowed to cry, but his eyes burn and his chest hurts and his throat constricts all the tighter.] I just want someone to understand.
[No one ever has. Not his brother. Not his friends and family. Not even Wolfwood.]
I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come here. I just didn't know where else to go.
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[He cuts off. The lump in his throat is back, and he wants nothing more than to rip it out. His fingers lift up toward his throat, wrapping around the column of his neck. They tighten, but don't squeeze enough to cut off any of the air. It's just pressure, a hope of alleviating some of the horrid feelings building up within him.]
Because I thought you would understand. I - [He isn't allowed to cry, but his eyes burn and his chest hurts and his throat constricts all the tighter.] I just want someone to understand.
[No one ever has. Not his brother. Not his friends and family. Not even Wolfwood.]
I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come here. I just didn't know where else to go.