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Faun: Wisp. It´s not. your. fault.

"..stop telling me.."

Faun: Baby...I´m going to keep telling you that until you listen. And if you won´t listen to me then...then I´ll find someone who you will listen to...like a therapist or something...

"..I don't want a stupid fucking therapist.."

Faun: Then youŕe not gonna have one. 

"... I'm fine...I don't need anyone's help..no ones."

Faun: ...If you don´t want anyoneś help...thatś fine. But I´m going to help you, whether you like it or not. I love you, and all I want is for you to be happy...so you´re gonna have to accept my help because I´m not going anywhere anytime soon...

"..I don't need your help either."

Faun: ...so you would like me to let you bleed to death right now? Because there is currently very noticeably blood seeping through your shirt from that gash on your back...and I would guess that itś a lot deeper than it looks. So I can just up and let you die, right here right now...or you can stop feeling sorry for yourself, get off your whiny ass and LET ME HEAL YOU! 

"I'd rather not.."

He stepped out of the fort