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Eventually Taikon pulls away; it's another harsh reminder that he isn't Phillip, and that Zephyr doesn't have anyone to hold him that way anymore. He doesn't have anyone to comfort him the way he needs anymore. And now it's time to stop grasping so desperately for it; he's already seen the only path it leads down, and it's far too painful for him.
The grief feels like it might rip him apart. He swallow and shifts away just slightly, just enough to ground himself. Taikon's promise of a solution only twists the knife further. I raised myself, you know, He says after a moment, looking away. I spent my entire childhood looking out for myself. Traveling. I almost died a few times. But I didn't. His gaze finds Taikon again, pointed. I taught myself how to survive. And I don't need you or Takiyok.