You think it'd been better if I left? If I ran away like a child an' let you- let you die on your own? How's that better? I'd be--!
[ She pauses, forcibly bringing her volume down.] I'd be more messed up if I had left. You don't get it. You don't cause you weren't there- you haven't lived it yet an' that's fine.
But you've got a nasty habit of tryin' to send me away when you're hurt or in trouble, cause you think sparing me is the better option. An' it isn't. Every time you do- somethin' worse happens. You die or the universe decides enough is enough and rips us apart. So no, you don't get t'try an' make me understand, cause I get it. An' I don't care.
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[ She pauses, forcibly bringing her volume down.] I'd be more messed up if I had left. You don't get it. You don't cause you weren't there- you haven't lived it yet an' that's fine.
But you've got a nasty habit of tryin' to send me away when you're hurt or in trouble, cause you think sparing me is the better option. An' it isn't. Every time you do- somethin' worse happens. You die or the universe decides enough is enough and rips us apart. So no, you don't get t'try an' make me understand, cause I get it. An' I don't care.