Tears spring to his eyes. He can't stop it, stop the terrible drain of sadness and loneliness he's being drawn into. As if everything good is being snuffed out. He's trying to hold on but he can't, he's dragged away from the light--
--he looks up, blearily as Flynn places a comforting hand on his back. Something to hold onto in this ocean of darkness, a small buoey to keep him from drowning.
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Tears spring to his eyes. He can't stop it, stop the terrible drain of sadness and loneliness he's being drawn into. As if everything good is being snuffed out. He's trying to hold on but he can't, he's dragged away from the light--
--he looks up, blearily as Flynn places a comforting hand on his back. Something to hold onto in this ocean of darkness, a small buoey to keep him from drowning.
Help me...
He can't stand it.
What good is anything he's ever done?