Thoughts that fade...

[Saerieve]

- It'€™s for your own good.
- I'€™d rather choose my own good.
- And was that what you called your own good? Cutting your wrist wide open for every drop of blood to easily run out of your body?
- That'€™s a hundred percent my own damn business.
- I'€™m afraid not. You'€™re an important individual for the Blood Dragons. We couldn'€™t just let you.. die, like that.
- Yeah I know doc'€¦ You need me, that'€™s why you keep me alive'€¦ And yet, you'€™re afraid of me at the same time. Ironic, isn'€™t it?
- '€¦
- You'€™ve strapped me like a psycho only for your own good, not mine.
- What do you think your own good is then? Cutting your other wrist too to make sure you'€™ll die for sure this time?
- Not really. I won'€™t repeat the same mistake he made, but I'€™d rather rest in my own room.
- '€œHe'€?
- You wouldn'€™t understand doc, so I won'€™t waste my breath explaining. That'€™s of course apart from the fact that I don'€™t need to explain anything to you anyways.
- You will be able to go back to your room in two days either way, but I'€™m afraid it'€™s not suitable for your current condition to fly a spaceship for a while.

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