[leaning into the touch, but curling up more as he does]
I hate it. No one should pretend that people like us aren't monsters. If me being sorry makes him look forgivable, then I think maybe I should stop trying to be good.
[He can't accept that. Only a monster would kill someone he loves so dearly. He can't divorce his mental image of himself from the creature he becomes at only the slightest push.
He shakes his head, curling up as tight as he can manage with his injuries.]
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[slowly, hesitantly, he ruffles Diarmuid's hair]
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I hate it. No one should pretend that people like us aren't monsters. If me being sorry makes him look forgivable, then I think maybe I should stop trying to be good.
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[it takes a second for that to sink in with Cu]
Hey, don't go saying you're the same as him. He's not crazy, he's just sick.
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Just telling you the truth, man.
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He shakes his head, curling up as tight as he can manage with his injuries.]
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I know that you think you're too fucked up, but I'd still rather have you around than not.
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