She doesn't belong to me. She belongs to him, I'm... I'm not the son she lost. I can't ever be, and, I don't want to be. I wanna be me. I wanna have my own things. My own family. You, and Thistle, I'm your kid not hers.
But I still wish I could meet her. As 'me'. Yata, not her other boy. I saw the way she spoke about him, the way she looked at his photos... I wished so bad I could talk to her.
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She doesn't belong to me. She belongs to him, I'm... I'm not the son she lost. I can't ever be, and, I don't want to be. I wanna be me. I wanna have my own things. My own family. You, and Thistle, I'm your kid not hers.
But I still wish I could meet her. As 'me'. Yata, not her other boy. I saw the way she spoke about him, the way she looked at his photos... I wished so bad I could talk to her.