[It should stop. He was so ready to stop, was practically begging Red to send him away again, just tell him he never wanted to see him again. But he didn't; just the opposite. He'd said, in perfect clarity, not to go. Why? He'd never understand. It had all been his fault, his own jealousy, his own weak heart. How could Red could possibly blame himself for any of it?]
[Blue doesn't answer. He just holds his head in his hands and wonders what Red sees in him that no one else does.]
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[Blue doesn't answer. He just holds his head in his hands and wonders what Red sees in him that no one else does.]