[He doesn't know if he believes that. He doesn't know if he can say it out loud without breaking into pieces and not being able to put himself back together. But he does reach out and take Star's hand in his own; he holds on too tightly, maybe, squeezing until the pressure makes him feel real and present.]

Sometimes it feels like it was easier when everyone just ignored me and hated me. It wasn't - I never felt like I'd lost anything.