The Tangle breathe

Except —
How can he leave when someone comes out with some emo shit like that? Walking away would be a crime at this point; accessory to murder of someone's mental well-being or something. He stops, turning, frowning. That can't be true, He says, before he can stop himself. No one is worthless — and if anyone is, you're not the first candidate. A slight pause, and he changes his mind, fueled by stubbornness and a sudden need to prove Mahler wrong, one way or another. An insistent repayment of the offer of a meeting between their packs. I'm not going anywhere. I'll let you have all the time you need — but as long as our packs are neighbors, you'll have to deal with me caring. I've seen your face way too many times to just stop caring about what happens to it.