His face was pale, and he dropped to the floor so that he was half kneeling, half sitting before her. "Please. I can...help you."" No." She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Her mind felt clearer now. Everything made more sense when she wasn't so hungry. "I don't think I want the help you have." He cradled his bloody arm and tried to stand. "This isn't right. You aren't right. You aren't supposed to be here."" But I am.

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