I pout but don’t protest because I know he’s right. He’s always right; he always keeps me safe. Without him, I’m just aimlessly orbiting closer and closer into the Event Horizon. I know it’ll suck me up eventually, but for some reason, I’m compelled to push myself the rest of the way. Harkins is there, somehow singlehandedly fighting the gravitational pull of the void, letting me dip my toes just enough to satisfy the urge. He doesn’t let me drown in it, doesn’t let me lose myself to my own delirium.
