He doesn't meet Crichton's eyes, glaring at the man's shoulder instead of at his face. "I would rather not indulge in niceties I might not be able to keep."
"Yellow..." the softness in his tone beseeches the entity to meet his eyes. "I understand that, but you don't know what you're missing by not letting yourself grow. It's not just about what you do for others. It's what they might do for you, too. There's so much left to experience. Just... consider it?"
I don't know why all my tags are like this lately djdg
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I don't know why all my tags are like this lately djdg
"Fine. Fine. I'll consider it. Consider it."
Yellow, to himself: No I won't.
Narrator: He was wrong.