She's trying to be a rock. She has always been his rock. Even when they weren't together, the thought of her was always comforting, even if he never wanted her to be around the canyon, to get involved. He leans his head against hers and sighs.
"It's not even that--it's--I don't know what to do with that identity. The Alpha. Do you know what that means? It means that everything that has ever happened to any of us up until the point I--up until--up until I got here, all that is my fault. Flowers dying is my fault. South dying is my fault. Wash going crazy is because of me and my memories and my creation. Wyoming and Gamma, the Meta's rampage, you--the Reds and Blues of fucking Blood Gulch! All of that is on me, and I barely even have the slightest clue why. Because I can't say it. I can't...accept it. It's such bullshit!"
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"It's not even that--it's--I don't know what to do with that identity. The Alpha. Do you know what that means? It means that everything that has ever happened to any of us up until the point I--up until--up until I got here, all that is my fault. Flowers dying is my fault. South dying is my fault. Wash going crazy is because of me and my memories and my creation. Wyoming and Gamma, the Meta's rampage, you--the Reds and Blues of fucking Blood Gulch! All of that is on me, and I barely even have the slightest clue why. Because I can't say it. I can't...accept it. It's such bullshit!"