[It would be easy to let this go. It would be easy to think they hate him, that he drove them all away, that he was terrible and poisonous and breaking this apart. It would be easy to turn all of that internally, to stew here until he can find somewhere to crawl and try and recover and regain something of himself from the heart he's ripped out of his chest, from the pieces of him he's shredded and torn for weapons and one last word.
He feels small. He feels weak.
He feels like he made a mistake.
Barry moves past him and Taako reaches out and takes his wrist. It's not threatening. It's not harsh. But he's grasping, more desperate than he could put into words.]
Don't leave. Please.
[He can't be responsible for this, anymore. Lucretia's gone. Lup has gone too. Barry's shouted at him and he's retreated into himself and he can't stay here anymore.
Isn't that what family is supposed to do? Make you do better? Push you to be something more?
His throat feels tight, but he chokes out a bit more.]
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He feels small. He feels weak.
He feels like he made a mistake.
Barry moves past him and Taako reaches out and takes his wrist. It's not threatening. It's not harsh. But he's grasping, more desperate than he could put into words.]
Don't leave. Please.
[He can't be responsible for this, anymore. Lucretia's gone. Lup has gone too. Barry's shouted at him and he's retreated into himself and he can't stay here anymore.
Isn't that what family is supposed to do? Make you do better? Push you to be something more?
His throat feels tight, but he chokes out a bit more.]
I don't want to be alone again.