[For what had been the slow unravelling of Murphy's mind. The disconnect between self and body, Void memories wedging themselves in the cracks and wrenching them so wide he thought he was going to split open. They'd both almost died for it, trying to fix it, and the only reason they'd stopped, the only reason he'd called Ianthe, was because he'd seen Danny fevered and delirious and dying and couldn't stand it. Couldn't watch another person he loved die for him.
There's no point trying to explain that to Junpei. He's already a retreating back, a series of denials, an I need to be alone. It hurts, to let him go. Not to be able to follow and help him. But Murphy had brought that hurt on himself. He needed to bear it.]
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There's no point trying to explain that to Junpei. He's already a retreating back, a series of denials, an I need to be alone. It hurts, to let him go. Not to be able to follow and help him. But Murphy had brought that hurt on himself. He needed to bear it.]