[There's just silence for a moment, and if it wasn't for the short, drawing breath on the other end. He can't hear your thoughts, Lucas, but those eight simple words say so much more. His breath sharpens a minute, as if he means to respond, then stops.
Another few seconds of silence, and when he responds his voice is unimaginably weak.]
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Another few seconds of silence, and when he responds his voice is unimaginably weak.]
How can you say that to me?