"... Adele, you're going back to your own death. You have said that yourself. That isn't your life any longer. This place, this reality, is all that remains to you, since you do not believe in any meaningful existence following your demise."
[He forces himself to keep talking. He still wishes he could simply hold her, could shelter her from this pain physically, but he knows that's just that blasted fruit talking, and he knows it. So he keeps talking, keeps telling her what he feels she needs to hear, as blunt and as harsh as it may be. He was running out of ways to get through to her.]
"You do not need to enjoy a thing to cling to it, but this, this has become a defense mechanism for you. You simply retract and pretend you feel nothing because you think it is the only way to avoid the pain, by ignoring it. It will never work, Adele. You are in this world now, and if what you say is true, it is the only one that remains to you. And yes, your fate is awful, and yes, if I could give anything to change it, to make it just again, I would. But I cannot. There are things we cannot change, Adele, and things that we can."
[He may be tearing up a bit at this point, but he subdues the tension in his voice.]
"You, for example. You can accept that this world is shifting, and unstable, and that you will have to adjust to that in order to find peace, or you cannot. You cannot make this world stable. All you can do is alter how you perceive it. You can accept that this world will test your emotions, will bring out the worst in you in many ways, or you can't. You cannot change the fact that this place will test your emotions. All you can do is learn to cope with the strain."
[He pauses a moment.]
"You can accept that I wish to help you, that I and many other people care about you, and wish for you to be happy, or you can continue to insist that life is nothing but pain. You cannot make us cease to care simply be believing it does not matter. All you can do is decide whether to allow us to help."
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[He forces himself to keep talking. He still wishes he could simply hold her, could shelter her from this pain physically, but he knows that's just that blasted fruit talking, and he knows it. So he keeps talking, keeps telling her what he feels she needs to hear, as blunt and as harsh as it may be. He was running out of ways to get through to her.]
"You do not need to enjoy a thing to cling to it, but this, this has become a defense mechanism for you. You simply retract and pretend you feel nothing because you think it is the only way to avoid the pain, by ignoring it. It will never work, Adele. You are in this world now, and if what you say is true, it is the only one that remains to you. And yes, your fate is awful, and yes, if I could give anything to change it, to make it just again, I would. But I cannot. There are things we cannot change, Adele, and things that we can."
[He may be tearing up a bit at this point, but he subdues the tension in his voice.]
"You, for example. You can accept that this world is shifting, and unstable, and that you will have to adjust to that in order to find peace, or you cannot. You cannot make this world stable. All you can do is alter how you perceive it. You can accept that this world will test your emotions, will bring out the worst in you in many ways, or you can't. You cannot change the fact that this place will test your emotions. All you can do is learn to cope with the strain."
[He pauses a moment.]
"You can accept that I wish to help you, that I and many other people care about you, and wish for you to be happy, or you can continue to insist that life is nothing but pain. You cannot make us cease to care simply be believing it does not matter. All you can do is decide whether to allow us to help."