Her look is only met for a fleeting second. Another crumple forms in his foundation. He's pushed back much more effectively against other concerned words, threats, or judgement; they didn't know what he was going through, so what did it matter? Daisy's perspective leaves his argument no stronger than wet paper. She knows.
"I-I don't know what else to do, though, Daisy. You know it's not that simple," He tries to argue. "So there's the chance that the statements don't have a connection, I--- I know that's possible. I do. But... I--- it's just--- the more this happens, the longer I go without, I feel ravenous. I feel like I get weaker by the minute, at a point. I-I worry that it's going to kill me. That doesn't mean much here, but--- if it starts right back up after I die, what do I do? Die every day or so? A-and, God, I mean... the longer I go, it starts to feel like it's out of my hands. I'm not even thinking about it. I-I'm there, and I've found someone who fits the bill."
The longer he explains, the more his composure wanes. True senses of justification are slipping away - it's crumpled into plain, simple need, as out of his hands as needing air feels.
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"I-I don't know what else to do, though, Daisy. You know it's not that simple," He tries to argue. "So there's the chance that the statements don't have a connection, I--- I know that's possible. I do. But... I--- it's just--- the more this happens, the longer I go without, I feel ravenous. I feel like I get weaker by the minute, at a point. I-I worry that it's going to kill me. That doesn't mean much here, but--- if it starts right back up after I die, what do I do? Die every day or so? A-and, God, I mean... the longer I go, it starts to feel like it's out of my hands. I'm not even thinking about it. I-I'm there, and I've found someone who fits the bill."
The longer he explains, the more his composure wanes. True senses of justification are slipping away - it's crumpled into plain, simple need, as out of his hands as needing air feels.