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>do you really think that's what I see you as
>somber look
...I don't know what's keeping you alive, Kenny. People dying, that I'm used to. They deny it, get angry, bargain, and then feel crushed. But at the end of the day, they always come with me. That's the way it's been since time began, no matter how long it may take me to visit someone.
But you? You leave. You're the only one who comes and leaves. Something takes you back, no matter how many times I take your hand. You defy everything I exist to do. You confuse me, Kenny, and leave me feeling like no one else can; unknowing. Unknowing and helpless.
>pulls back his hood, and strokes his messy hair
And I'm sorry.