[It should be, shouldn't it? She's offering exactly what he's asked for - Angels gonna Angel, clever girl - and he does want to accept. He's chasing solitude because it is the most familiar thing, and because the loss he grapples with is his, his alone, nothing anyone can sympathise with, because they are not, in the end, his Kindred.
But they are all he has and all he will ever have. That he cannot imagine how to make them understand suddenly frustrates him beyond words. Every time he thinks he's found some sense to his continued existence...]
I will see you again soon. And I'll be less of a bundle of idiot depression when I do, which I'm sure would be no small relief.
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But they are all he has and all he will ever have. That he cannot imagine how to make them understand suddenly frustrates him beyond words. Every time he thinks he's found some sense to his continued existence...]
I will see you again soon. And I'll be less of a bundle of idiot depression when I do, which I'm sure would be no small relief.