You can't let what people see, or think they see, bother you.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?...
-She sits up against the tree beside them-
You've picked a hard path to walk. My path.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?... Well that sorts that out.
I half-figured it should be you who told her. Still... with my track record, I could have let it stretch on for ages. I'm not good at... conversations. Like, real ones.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?... We were talking about omelettes. How we were mad that they were becoming popular and we couldn't have them. I'd been preparing to leave for years, and the last conversation he and I ever had was just about... how we imagined they must taste. And I just walked out that door. He didn't realise I wasn't coming back.
And that's all I've ever done, ever since. Just... blipped out of people's lives.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-She frowned, looking unsure exactly how to take that-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?... It's not the same. It wasn't. He— I was getting out.
-Nails going into her knees a little-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

"Wow, 'friend?' With Shadow? What'd ya do for that privilege?"