[What can he do? For all his bravado, he's too tired to fight. Mentally, physically. It's only the knowledge that Childe must be suffering as well that keeps him on his feet. That keeps him moving. After all--]
I... can't. I'm not like you.
[With his free hand, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out the seashell from before. It falls to the ground at his feet.]
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I... can't. I'm not like you.
[With his free hand, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out the seashell from before. It falls to the ground at his feet.]
...I don't have a home to go back to anymore.