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I shook my head. No. He's mine.

Why? Why do you need to know that? You've proven to me and everyone here that you're tough. You don't have anything left to prove to us.

Just to see if I can.

If I can crawl down into that hole.

And I can taste fresh blood on yours, but I have to do it because it scares me.

I looked at him, at the puzzlement in his face, his eyes, which had bled back to their normal, perfect brown. I'd been trying to explain shit like this to Richard for a few years now. I finally realized that he would never understand and I was tired of trying to explain myself, not just to Richard, to everybody.

He knelt beside me and spoke softly, I can smell your fear. I know you don't like close places.

He shook his head. I let this happen. I'll get him out.

Why? and his voice held the first hint of anger, like a slap of warmth.

Just to see if I can.

Why? He studied my face like he'd memorize it.

Give me the flashlight, Richard.

To me, Richard, I have something left to prove to me.

Just to see if I can.

I stared back into the hole and let myself acknowledge just how afraid I was. So afraid that I could taste something flat and metallic on my tongue. So afraid that my pulse was hammering in my throat, like a trapped thing. My voice came out calm, normal. I was glad. It doesn't matter that I'm afraid. I touched the flashlight, tried to pull it from his hand, but he held on. And, short of playing tug of war -- which I would probably lose -- I wasn't getting it away from him.

I shook my head. I have to do it, Richard.

I held my hand out for the flashlight.

To me, Richard, I have something left to prove to me.

To me, Richard, I have something left to prove to me.

I shook my head. I have to do it, Richard.

He knelt beside me and spoke softly, I can smell your fear. I know you don't like close places.

To me, Richard, I have something left to prove to me.

And I can taste fresh blood on yours, but I have to do it because it scares me.

I shook my head. I have to do it, Richard.

He shook his head. This isn't courage, Anita, this is stubbornness.

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