I know, I know. I just, being here is a thing I don't w-w-w. I don't want. How can you stand it, not being w-w-w... Not being where you should be?

[He ducks his head down more before going to crouch down, wings smoothing out over the grass as he curls into himself, hands going to grate hard into his hair, mostly like splitting his scalp here and there, but Lysunder doesn't seem to mind. If anything the pain will drown out the pounding in his skull.]

I'll never give up, ever. That isn't something I can allow myself to do. Giving up isn't a choice i get to make, it's selfish.