[Fortunately for them both, Yael isn't much of a crier. His eyes continue to sting, red-ringed and heavier for the weight of his upset, but he's fine now. As fine as he can be, slowly relinquishing Fai from his hold.]
Trying to get rid of you would be like trying to pull a thorn out of an ass.
[Have you ever tried pulling a thorn out of your own ass, Fai? Yael doesn't expect Fai to go anywhere, not of his own accord, but not every farewell is one made by choice. No one knows that better than Yael.]
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Trying to get rid of you would be like trying to pull a thorn out of an ass.
[Have you ever tried pulling a thorn out of your own ass, Fai? Yael doesn't expect Fai to go anywhere, not of his own accord, but not every farewell is one made by choice. No one knows that better than Yael.]