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i'm not god's favorite son... i'm not god's favorite son either.

“Tanrak, why are you running? I’m not running. You’re running from yourself. Tanrak. Are you hurt? Can we just talk? Hm? I have nothing to say. You don’t have things to say or you just don’t dare say it? Hm? Don’t do this, Barth. Tanrak. Whatever’s on your mind, just tell me. Please talk to me. I’m begging you. I don’t understand, Barth. I don’t know anything. I don’t even understand myself. You do. You’re just scared to admit it, aren’t you? Just now, you felt what I felt too, didn’t you? Tanrak. Will things never be the same now? You know everything, don’t you? Know what? That I’m not God’s favourite son. I don’t understand. I like guys. Tanrak. I like you. Are you mad at me? I’m not God’s favourite son either.”