The Sunspire you squandered your chances

The reaction is not what he had expected, though if asked, he would not have been able to say what exactly he'd been expecting. He takes in a breath, shivering as the cold air fills his lungs, and something breaks within him. He turns his face away again, gaze finding the mountains. I don't want to, The words escape him in a halting whine, more desperate than defiant, and his sorrows begin to pour from him. Somewhere in the middle of it, he begins to sob. My parents are dead and my brother is gone and I'm always cold — and everything hurts, and no one likes me. Everyone thinks I'm a stupid, weak girl, so they hate me. I'm not a girl and I'm not weak. I'm not — I'm just tired. The words blend together toward the end, until his voice breaks. His head dips abruptly between his forelegs, forehead tucked against one as he dissolves into tears again. I am weak, he thinks, weak weak weak weak. The word echoes in his head endlessly, and he falls silent under the onslaught.