[Mewls and throws his arms around Smoker and clings. Ace has been sleeping on the floor in self-punishment because he refuses that kind of "selfishness" of beds.]
I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me. ["I don't want to be me." But he can't say that out loud because it's too self-pitying and he doesn't want Smoker to pity him. He wants Smoker to be mad at him. To hate him. And yet fix it in a way that simply cannot be.]
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I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me. ["I don't want to be me." But he can't say that out loud because it's too self-pitying and he doesn't want Smoker to pity him. He wants Smoker to be mad at him. To hate him. And yet fix it in a way that simply cannot be.]