Colin pulls back to wipe tears again, thankful his father taught him a handkerchief is a sign of a civilized man.
"I'm not going to--that's not my life anymore," he says with some determination now, choosing different wording from I'm not going to fail like that again because he hears it, he knows how it sounds. This sounds different. Determination and hope. He feels lighter. Freer. Maybe he can be less like a rabbit making mad dashes between burrows and actually enjoy some time lingering on the outside. "Thank you. I needed to talk about this."
"You're welcome. And your life is yours now. You get to choose the shape of it." He smiles brightly once they're parted, despite how tenuous their future really is. He's not going to stop working on it, and Colin has a chance, a genuine, real chance at being free.
"I have so much hope for you. So much faith in you. And I'm more glad than I've words for that I can help."
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"I'm not going to--that's not my life anymore," he says with some determination now, choosing different wording from I'm not going to fail like that again because he hears it, he knows how it sounds. This sounds different. Determination and hope. He feels lighter. Freer. Maybe he can be less like a rabbit making mad dashes between burrows and actually enjoy some time lingering on the outside. "Thank you. I needed to talk about this."
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"I have so much hope for you. So much faith in you. And I'm more glad than I've words for that I can help."