[God, and it hurts to say. But it's true, isn't it? He feels the same exact way. And he's horrified and offended and broken-hearted to hear Fugo say it, but he's not shocked. They're too similar in too many ways. He wants to take it away and hold it in the cup of his hands until he crushes it into dust, but he can't. It doesn't work that way.]
I don't agree with you. Not about you, but--you probably don't agree about me either, right?
It's hard. To care about yourself even a little bit as much as other people love you.
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[God, and it hurts to say. But it's true, isn't it? He feels the same exact way. And he's horrified and offended and broken-hearted to hear Fugo say it, but he's not shocked. They're too similar in too many ways. He wants to take it away and hold it in the cup of his hands until he crushes it into dust, but he can't. It doesn't work that way.]
I don't agree with you. Not about you, but--you probably don't agree about me either, right?
It's hard. To care about yourself even a little bit as much as other people love you.