“You’re not the only one who’s scared,” Dante muttered as he drew in a breath. “I’m scared, Viv. All the time.
That I’ll fuck everything up. That I’ll lose the people I care about. That I won’t be able to save them.
You have no idea what it takes just to keep going when the people you love just… die.”
He forced the last part out, his hands tightening into fists before loosening again.
“I have to live with that. Every day. Hoping that maybe, just once, I’ll run into someone strong enough to rip my head off.”
С другой стороны, справедливо. 🙂