[Because he's scared. He's scared of being hurt, of being disappointed, even if he can't get any more broken, even if solitude is what broke him into such tiny pieces to begin with.
He hates that Aleos can read his confusion, like his skin is paper-thin and the gnarled feelings inside him is plainly in sight. He hates that he doesn't know how he feels or what he's thinking, because he doesn't know how to hide it if he can't discern its shape.]
Just leave me alone!
[The space between the trees feels narrower. He doesn't want to be here. He wants to hide from himself. Does he feel that way? About her? He's still searching through memories even as he tries to empty his mind. ...I want you to stay... Because I'm happy you were born...
His hand reaches into his pocket, brushing against the handle of the knife, and his stance shifts just slightly. If he could cut everything away...]
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He hates that Aleos can read his confusion, like his skin is paper-thin and the gnarled feelings inside him is plainly in sight. He hates that he doesn't know how he feels or what he's thinking, because he doesn't know how to hide it if he can't discern its shape.]
Just leave me alone!
[The space between the trees feels narrower. He doesn't want to be here. He wants to hide from himself. Does he feel that way? About her? He's still searching through memories even as he tries to empty his mind. ...I want you to stay... Because I'm happy you were born...
His hand reaches into his pocket, brushing against the handle of the knife, and his stance shifts just slightly. If he could cut everything away...]