"No, no, you already- Done too much for me- I can't-" Half sentences get out, the knot in his throat cutting him off before he can share each thought in its entirety. It's pitiful, he knows, to cling to him and cry on his shoulder while telling him to go but he's beyond caring. The fabric on Foggy's shoulder soaks in the tears, giving him a weak reminder to stop the crying and breathe. He can practically feel the tip of the old man's cane jab at his throat. Head up. Speak up.
"I can't go back. I'm always going to be that person you don't want. I can't pretend it's not who I am." He lifts his head and shakes it, his grip on Foggy loosening, trying to let go against his instincts.
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Date: 2020-12-02 10:04 am (UTC)"I can't go back. I'm always going to be that person you don't want. I can't pretend it's not who I am." He lifts his head and shakes it, his grip on Foggy loosening, trying to let go against his instincts.
Even God taking his powers hasn't convinced him.
"It's always going to be a part of me."