[He doesn't want grief. He's sick of grief. Perhaps it is the suit putting these thoughts into his mind, or perhaps it is only warping the foundation of what already lives there — this desperation in the face of loss. It hasn't even happened; he doesn't know what they might face in the future, but imagining it as something possible and tangible is enough to hurt so deeply it feels real.
As Cy speaks to him, he cries. He doesn't avoid eye contact, but the blur of tears makes it difficult to look for long, to see clearly when he's shaking his head over and over.]
It's not fair. [Like a pathetic child's refrain.] I don't want that.
[If it's anything like how Itachi's death has left such an irrevocable impression on him — he doesn't know if he really will survive it a second time.]
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As Cy speaks to him, he cries. He doesn't avoid eye contact, but the blur of tears makes it difficult to look for long, to see clearly when he's shaking his head over and over.]
It's not fair. [Like a pathetic child's refrain.] I don't want that.
[If it's anything like how Itachi's death has left such an irrevocable impression on him — he doesn't know if he really will survive it a second time.]
Then you would be alone again, too.