It's always been one in the same to them. [ He's still stuck in his head, not entirely noticing as she makes her way to him.
And he wonders if he was deluding himself, making it all up. Seeing a monster where there was none. Hoping like a naive child that perhaps he wasn't his darkness inside him, that he could be saved, that there was still hope and maybe he could be the heroes he had heard about growing up.
The darkness had grown more familiar than the light.
He shakes his head, as if to free himself from his thoughts (it doesn't work), and moves to turn away from her. ] I shouldn't be burdening you with this. I'm sorry.
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And he wonders if he was deluding himself, making it all up. Seeing a monster where there was none. Hoping like a naive child that perhaps he wasn't his darkness inside him, that he could be saved, that there was still hope and maybe he could be the heroes he had heard about growing up.
The darkness had grown more familiar than the light.
He shakes his head, as if to free himself from his thoughts (it doesn't work), and moves to turn away from her. ] I shouldn't be burdening you with this. I'm sorry.