"So how am I supposed to stay here and keep giving more, keep solving problems, keep being there for everyone, when in the end I'm still just this disappointing, dark, fucked-up bastard again? Too cold, too gloomy, too rough, too fake -" The helpless sob has turned into a scream of pain. "I'd rather - I'd rather go somewhere else, where at least I'm not responsible for every fuck-up! Where you don't expect me to hurt you and me and everyone else -"