“You’re asking me to let go of something I love just because they wish to be let go.” “It isn't for you to choose.” “How is it not? If they let me love them, why won’t they let me save them?” Her gaze shivered as it bore into his. “And if they don’t want to be saved?” “How would they know they don’t want to be saved if they’ve never been saved before? I’d rather take my chances,” he said, lowering Tommy on the sofa as he went to grab the teacups. “I’d rather they hate me. I’d rather they blame me and hit me and curse at me than continue to exist knowing I could have done something and didn’t.”
