[If it weren't for those damn flowers, indeed. There's no point in talking about it when every single person with him is as trapped as he is. There's a gaping hole inside of him and nothing they can say to him will fill it. Why drag everyone else down? Just redefine okay, and keep holding on, because it isn't going to kill him.
They walk for a little while before he says anything.]
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They walk for a little while before he says anything.]
...So what's Epsilon like?