It gets hard, [ he starts, stops, swallows and ignores how much he has to sound like eridan, voice hollow and spent ] when you're the only one who cares, to keep caring, when you know how things go.

[ Done. Done he's so done. His stomach his rolling and if he has to put up with that impassive stare any more, he's not sure what he's going to do. He's turning himself around and scrubbing at his eyes with one hand. ] If you were really, so bothered, why didn't you ever ask, what was wrong.