When Carlâs depression finally took hold of him, it was hard
for anyone to deal with. Markus had already seen just how
horrible it couldâve been near the beginning of him taking care
of the old man. Over the last few years, it was rare for it to
take control like it used to. Heâd been getting better, though
the mental strain from Leoâs situation always brought about
the possibility of it bringing it right back out of him.
Even after finding out that both of his boys were alive after
near-death experiences, it hadnât pulled Carl out of his sense
of hopelessness. He was still just as emotionally exhausted
and done with the world as he had been when he thought
he was alone.
âIâm tired, Markus,â Carl breathed out softly. âIâm tired ofÂ
fighting with Leo, and trying so hard for that boy when heÂ
refuses to help himself. Iâm tired of sitting in this goddamn
bed-- Iâm tired of sitting in that godforsaken chair.â His despair
was beginning to vaguely morph into anger.Â
âIâve already lived far longer than I shouldâve, Markus,â He
knew it must notâve felt good, for the android to hear him
like this. Carl felt horrible for putting him through this, but--
what was he supposed to do?