[ He wants to believe it. Even if there's a part of him that feels permanently broken. That desire to be good, and to be noble. To give himself up for the sake of what's right.
There are times again where he feels like nothing will ever get better, and there's no escaping the sheer hopelessness that plagues him. He thinks he might as well remain apathetic, because the alternative only causes suffering.
... But he thinks it'll pass. There are still good moments. ]
Thanks, Camille. [ He squeezes her hand in return. ] Despite what I first felt, I admired you too.
You were still trying to change despite going through it alone. I don't think I could've done that.
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There are times again where he feels like nothing will ever get better, and there's no escaping the sheer hopelessness that plagues him. He thinks he might as well remain apathetic, because the alternative only causes suffering.
... But he thinks it'll pass. There are still good moments. ]
Thanks, Camille. [ He squeezes her hand in return. ] Despite what I first felt, I admired you too.
You were still trying to change despite going through it alone. I don't think I could've done that.