[The hurt runs so deep that it is impossible not to feel across the link. It cuts so sharply that for a minute Iggy physically can't breathe.

But at the bottom of what he thought was a bottomless pit of misery there apparently lurks anger.]

I am not making this the pain olympics, Takeshi. You seem intent on it, but I'm not gonna. I do love that your solution to getting me to stop feeling sorry for myself is to actively insult me. That's a great tactic. Patent that one.

I do not need to be in physical proximity to people to continue to be available for them should they decide that they want me. That's fucking asinine to imply. You know it is. You know it is, and you're saying it anyway.

I'm not giving up on anyone.

I am respecting the wishes of an adult. They don't want to see me. I'm not going to camp outside their fucking door. I'm going to wait until they decide they want to see me again, if they ever do. And they probably won't. They probably won't, Takeshi, and I think I'm allowed to be upset about it.

I'm trying not to cause even more harm to someone that I'd happily die for. And you're telling me that I'm a failure and I don't deserve to feel anything.

I think... I think maybe you actually don't like me very much. And that's fine. That's... fine.