No, it isn't! It isn't anything! [He can't let it be something, because then he might start to believe in it, and what if it's all pulled out from underneath him again? What if there was nothing to stand on to begin with?
He refuses to look at Jeb's outstretched hand for more than a split second. He doesn't want to see in Jeb the friend he had gratefully held onto months ago. The friend who still wanted to be his friend in spite of the terrible secrets unraveling in his hands back then, and in spite of the sharpness he hasn't stopped throwing these past years. In spite of how many pieces he's in.]
They're all nothing to me! Nothing!
[Nothing, absolutely nothing, he doesn't need them he doesn't need anyone because he's going to be strong stop being weak stop wanting things that are impossible--]
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No, it isn't! It isn't anything! [He can't let it be something, because then he might start to believe in it, and what if it's all pulled out from underneath him again? What if there was nothing to stand on to begin with?
He refuses to look at Jeb's outstretched hand for more than a split second. He doesn't want to see in Jeb the friend he had gratefully held onto months ago. The friend who still wanted to be his friend in spite of the terrible secrets unraveling in his hands back then, and in spite of the sharpness he hasn't stopped throwing these past years. In spite of how many pieces he's in.]
They're all nothing to me! Nothing!
[Nothing, absolutely nothing, he doesn't need them he doesn't need anyone because he's going to be strong stop being weak stop wanting things that are impossible--]