[He shakes his head, wondering - for far from the first time - why Silver would even care at all if he's happy or miserable. It rejects all logic.] You're wrong. Even if I wanted to...
[At this point he wonders if he can even argue that he doesn't want to...but somewhere inside he's afraid to let go of the past. What if the past becomes all he has of people he cares about? When he thinks like this, there's a distorted something-like-comfort in knowing he will never learn how to change anyway.
By now, they've arrived at the house and the garden is visible from the edge of the road.]
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[At this point he wonders if he can even argue that he doesn't want to...but somewhere inside he's afraid to let go of the past. What if the past becomes all he has of people he cares about? When he thinks like this, there's a distorted something-like-comfort in knowing he will never learn how to change anyway.
By now, they've arrived at the house and the garden is visible from the edge of the road.]