texts: Why don't you go away? </s> <s> To a private island, like you? </s> <s> No, not like me.
labels: It's too late for me. And besides... who'd look after her? She'd be alone up there, the fire would go out... damp and cold, like a grave. When you love someone, you don't do that to them, even if you hate them. Oh, I don't hate her.  I hate... what she's become. I hate... the illness.