< I know, I liked her too. Both of you were the first people who ever cared about me. My fault too, even the doll knows it, I gave up and wouldn't let people try. But I don't hate her, I'm just angry at her. > He does't need to breathe to keep on talking. No pauses. Cruel unhelpful things keep broadcasting out of his head, even as he screams at himself to stop. < I don't understand why she left and there's so little time left, I thought she'd be back by now. I'd--I wouldn't be able to live with myself. I don't understand. >

And then it ends. He shrinks down, afraid and ashamed. < What... I didn't mean to say any of that. What did I... > Some fucking comfort indeed, Tobias. Stupid, weak little bird. There are no words to describe how much he hates himself in this moment for losing control--sheer black loathing, consuming him. And he still has no filter. < Sorry. What do I know about romance and family anyway? Don't listen to me. You... sometimes I think you'd have been better off never meeting me. >