[It happens again. This isn't the first time. He can't stand that he's become so transparent. The words are so important to him and so meaningful but he just laughs bitterly at the idea. The sound of his own voice makes him wince. Tensing, Ion grips his chest with the hand of his uninjured arm.]
I wish that were true...I really wish...
[He slams his eyes shut before he can cry, willing the tears back.]
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I wish that were true...I really wish...
[He slams his eyes shut before he can cry, willing the tears back.]
But I'm already dead.