Armaan wiped at his eyes, furiously trying to erase them as if that would make him stop crying. “You know you really did,” he whispered, his voice devoid of feeling now. He felt empty and broken. “Make me feel stronger. But I thought it was because of something we were building together. Not because you took pity on me like some kind of…project. How old even are you? I must mean nothing to you. Oh my- Oh my god, you- You lied to me. About your parents. Said you grew up in the foster system, when you- Fucking christ, that’s messed up!”