Max stands firm in place, hanging onto Edgar but not letting himself be moved.
"I mean everything. I don't..." One hand flits to the back of his neck. "I told you I don't hate him. I told you. He's acknowledged, to my face, what he did to me was wrong. I told him that if we talk from here on out it's my terms. He knows that. He agreed to it. This was my choice."
He can feel something like a scream trying to crawl up the back of his throat. How can he make Edgar understand? How?
"He's died for me. More than once. I even... saw it happen. I don't know how to put it in words you'll understand, but he's... he's family to me. That doesn't mean he's perfect, but I care about him. I still want him in my life. That's my choice, too."
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"I mean everything. I don't..." One hand flits to the back of his neck. "I told you I don't hate him. I told you. He's acknowledged, to my face, what he did to me was wrong. I told him that if we talk from here on out it's my terms. He knows that. He agreed to it. This was my choice."
He can feel something like a scream trying to crawl up the back of his throat. How can he make Edgar understand? How?
"He's died for me. More than once. I even... saw it happen. I don't know how to put it in words you'll understand, but he's... he's family to me. That doesn't mean he's perfect, but I care about him. I still want him in my life. That's my choice, too."