[It's as gentle as he can make it - which isn't much, admittedly.]
I don't think I ever could be. We've already... [Two roads diverged in a yellow wood. You don't get to travel both, though you're maybe allowed the chance to glimpse a little ways ahead.]
[He doesn't dwell much on the woods. Far-reaching, thick with black branches. Yellow and laden with trails. Dark and deep. He's already taken a direction that swerves too far in one direction to course correct. You can't be both.]
I'm not me if I don't remember where I've been.
[He's not Tim, not the right Tim, not the only Tim who's felt like he has something to fight for and someone that he wants to be better for, people that he would fight and die for but, more importantly, wants to live for, if he doesn't have everything that made him who he is.]
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[It's as gentle as he can make it - which isn't much, admittedly.]
I don't think I ever could be. We've already... [Two roads diverged in a yellow wood. You don't get to travel both, though you're maybe allowed the chance to glimpse a little ways ahead.]
[He doesn't dwell much on the woods. Far-reaching, thick with black branches. Yellow and laden with trails. Dark and deep. He's already taken a direction that swerves too far in one direction to course correct. You can't be both.]
I'm not me if I don't remember where I've been.
[He's not Tim, not the right Tim, not the only Tim who's felt like he has something to fight for and someone that he wants to be better for, people that he would fight and die for but, more importantly, wants to live for, if he doesn't have everything that made him who he is.]
[Every memory. Every face.]
[He won't be anything else.]