[ He watches them. He watches a broken thing break further. He remembers thinking that of himself, that there was too much of him, too much, and it meant no matter how much he was ground down, there was always more. And he hated it.
But this... he has nothing on this. The helplessness gnaws at him. It feels like... like bound limbs and hands rooting through him.]
I won't leave you here.
[He kneels down to them. He kneels so he's just before them, and he reaches his hand out for theirs, just like he did last time, in a world beyond a dream.]
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But this... he has nothing on this. The helplessness gnaws at him. It feels like... like bound limbs and hands rooting through him.]
I won't leave you here.
[He kneels down to them. He kneels so he's just before them, and he reaches his hand out for theirs, just like he did last time, in a world beyond a dream.]
I promised to help you. Tell me... what can I do?