"I know," he answers. He owes that to Jack, he knows that. But it still hurts and it still feels raw and he still wants to protect Jack from-- from what? He's not even sure anymore. Whatever thing lives in him that turned him into this. Whatever thing it is that let him survive so long in a place that's barren and empty.
But he's not there anymore, and he's not alone, either.
"It's hard letting it go. Like if I do, I'm just gonna be a mess you have to pick up off the floor."
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Date: 2018-08-10 02:44 pm (UTC)But he's not there anymore, and he's not alone, either.
"It's hard letting it go. Like if I do, I'm just gonna be a mess you have to pick up off the floor."