Here... Here, I think it's easier for me to accept. As I said, a weight's been lifted off me, even with the wings. That... tie to the divine, to Him... it's not there. Not like it should be, anyway. If some version of my Father exists here, I'm not His. Not here. Which means any fussing around by Him wouldn't reach to you. I... think. It's a little complicated, really, but I hope that-

[He sighed again, wondering how he could have so many feelings bubbling up inside of him and not have the right words there to explain it.]

I think it would kill me if I let you do anything- if anything happened between us that wasn't completely of your own volition. I don't want to claim anything I'm not entirely sure of, but... if anything were to happen at all, anything, it needs to be on your terms.