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He was only half. Half of what he could have been. What he should have been. And it killed him. Was killing him.
How he wished he could take back that part of himself... but it was too late for that now. That part that his mind and heart both missed in equal parts was gone, forever.
And so he struggled with what little of himself he had left.
He didn't care for the repercussions. The consequences of his actions. His goal was simple. The principal thought in his mind, overtaking all other processes, was to get her. Find her, get her out, get her safe. Maybe sneak a kiss in on the way, because you never know. Better to be safe than sorry.