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Dylan! [He snaps.] I failed so badly I can't be a part of the universe anymore. I had no one. Everyone left me, or I was responsible for their deaths. I had to remove myself from the field. Trance told me, and I had to make you hate me. I couldn't even leave you with a good memory.
[He stops and puts his elbows on the table, and his face in his hands. Back home there's someone that's promised to stay by Rhade's side. For all too brief a time, he had Una, and she was willing to fight for him.
He does have friends here. And the realization that he might not fail if given the same task again strikes him. But it would always begin with Dylan dying, because of some universal calamity of a set up, and it's enough that he comes a moment within actually tearing up into his hands.
Instead he pulls his gaze up and rubs his fingers over his mouth, as if he's trying to check to make sure the sutures are actually gone.]
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