[Out it a rush it comes—he's been doing an awful lot of that lately—but he doesn't care. Maybe it even sounds a bit selfish, something like personal rejection and refusal of the very idea, but it doesn't matter and he doesn't care.
He will not lose himself to loneliness. He will not lose another to the same. Never again. The madness of his world that awaits him shall never come to pass.]
I would hold on too tightly to allow it. You won't leave. That's an order, understand?
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[Out it a rush it comes—he's been doing an awful lot of that lately—but he doesn't care. Maybe it even sounds a bit selfish, something like personal rejection and refusal of the very idea, but it doesn't matter and he doesn't care.
He will not lose himself to loneliness. He will not lose another to the same. Never again. The madness of his world that awaits him shall never come to pass.]
I would hold on too tightly to allow it. You won't leave. That's an order, understand?