[He feels like a child. Maybe that's appropriate. He is a child. He knows he is. He's never been allowed to be one, and he's spent so much time and energy pretending he isn't--even when his friends found out, he still had to be the Fon Master. Still had to watch out for the world.
And Sandalphon's hands on his shoulders are so heavy and warm and he wants to hold onto them and not let him go anywhere else.
Ion cries--for the first time in his life, for himself.]
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[He feels like a child. Maybe that's appropriate. He is a child. He knows he is. He's never been allowed to be one, and he's spent so much time and energy pretending he isn't--even when his friends found out, he still had to be the Fon Master. Still had to watch out for the world.
And Sandalphon's hands on his shoulders are so heavy and warm and he wants to hold onto them and not let him go anywhere else.
Ion cries--for the first time in his life, for himself.]
I don't want to die.