The Eleventh Hour in green/violet
I’m not running away. But this is one corner of one country on one continent on one planet that’s a corner of a galaxy that’s a corner of a universe that is forever growing and shrinking and creating and growing and never remaining the same for a single millisecond, and there is so much—so much to see, Amy. Because it goes so fast. I’m not running away from things, I am running to them. Before they flare and fade forever.
In the end, you just get tired; tired of the struggle, tired of losing everyone that matters to you, tired of watching everything you love turn to dust.
he suffered losses which hurt him. now, he prefers isolation to the possibility of pain’s return