[He's silent for a moment. She understands it. That wound, unhealing, always bleeding.]
Who I am is broken. If I act that way, the way it really is... there's little reason for anyone to speak to me.
[The faultlines will become clearer, the longer people look. All those little words of encouragement, the belief that he'll fix himself and get better... that will dry up, eventually. They'll see that he was never all right to begin with. Because if he hasn't managed to be okay in over fifty years, what hope does he have of being so now?]
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Who I am is broken. If I act that way, the way it really is... there's little reason for anyone to speak to me.
[The faultlines will become clearer, the longer people look. All those little words of encouragement, the belief that he'll fix himself and get better... that will dry up, eventually. They'll see that he was never all right to begin with. Because if he hasn't managed to be okay in over fifty years, what hope does he have of being so now?]