[Didn't the City beat it into him, time and time again?]
[He couldn't protect anyone. He couldn't protect the children. Everyone who cared for him, he couldn't protect.]
[Daan will lay here, comfortable, and then sometime Vergilius be holding his bloody body in his hands, with no ability to turn things back. That isn't even a question. It will happen. As sure as anything.]
[He has to stop this before it goes down such a path.]
...I'll lose you too, Daan. [He says, moving away from that tender touch.] I don't want you to fall into what I bear. You don't deserve that.
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[No, he can't let this happen.]
[Didn't the City beat it into him, time and time again?]
[He couldn't protect anyone. He couldn't protect the children. Everyone who cared for him, he couldn't protect.]
[Daan will lay here, comfortable, and then sometime Vergilius be holding his bloody body in his hands, with no ability to turn things back. That isn't even a question. It will happen. As sure as anything.]
[He has to stop this before it goes down such a path.]
...I'll lose you too, Daan. [He says, moving away from that tender touch.] I don't want you to fall into what I bear. You don't deserve that.