[Hans is sitting cross-legged in the corner of his room. The door is locked and he's speaking in a murmur, hoping that Ark won't hear.]
...God forgive me for being so ungrateful. But I wish Ark wouldn't be so overprotective. It's not that I don't care a lot about her. But I...
...
I don't want to be protected. I want to know what's going on. I'm seventeen. I'm not a child.
...I guess I'm scared. I don't want to start relying on Ark. Because when she gets what she deserves...when she reaches Heaven...
What if I can't look after myself any more?
I need Ark like I haven't needed anyone since Tomas died. And that really scares me.