[ It isn't. It never was. And to survive, he had to cut out all the weakest, pitiful parts of himself. He doesn't like the way her saying she's going to save him twists inside. There's a longing that's painful and unpleasant. A pleading that some pathetic bit of his past self clings to even now. He does his best to crush it immediately. ]

It will be. [ He knows it to be true. It will be, if she sticks around- It always ends the same. ]

Now, leave me. I do not wish to speak of this anymore. There are other, more important matters to attend to.