-Nods-
...I could go back, I guess. But nobody will have me.
People don't... they don't like helping me. Before, the way it worked was that I helped everyone else and made them all happy, and sometimes they'd say thank you and then ask for more things. If they're upset, I tell them it'll be okay.
Nobody will tell me it's gonna be okay. Either because they don't want to, or because they just can't. Gracia can't support people. She can barely support herself. She needs me.
It's my job to be useful to everyone else, no matter what. I can't need things they way they do. That's just how it is.
…
(This is clearly a lot for this young man to take in.)
...We—... I... I want to help you, though... When—when that was happening, and you—... didn't have, erm... clothes... I wanted to find out why and—and...
...I mean, I rather fell down on that, clearly, but I... I still wish to help you, Cloud...
(His normally mild accent has been gradually thickening over the course of the conversation.)
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