[He starts, stops, expression crumpling into something a little helpless. His red eyes are overshadowed by his hair. He doesn't understand. He doesn't understand any of this.]
[Do you consider yourself as substrate for others, doctor? Should you throw yourself in the fire for something like this? I've already descended into the depths of the Inferno. I refuse you to follow.]
[He shakes his head.]
You shouldn't...break your heart on account of me.
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[He starts, stops, expression crumpling into something a little helpless. His red eyes are overshadowed by his hair. He doesn't understand. He doesn't understand any of this.]
[Do you consider yourself as substrate for others, doctor? Should you throw yourself in the fire for something like this? I've already descended into the depths of the Inferno. I refuse you to follow.]
[He shakes his head.]
You shouldn't...break your heart on account of me.