[Dixon's so lost in his own world that he nearly jumps out of his skin when Hiccup speaks. His eyes are red and his face is wan, and he starts to scramble to his feet and then just gives up and sits back down.]
You don't have to think I can't do it. I know I can't do it. [In all the times he's taken stock lately, he can't name a single thing he's succeeded at or accomplished across thirty-five years. They might exist, but his current precarious state has given him tunnel vision, has amplified the failures until they crowd out anything good from the picture.
He chews on one of his fingernails. His cuticles are bitten down and shredded.]
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You don't have to think I can't do it. I know I can't do it. [In all the times he's taken stock lately, he can't name a single thing he's succeeded at or accomplished across thirty-five years. They might exist, but his current precarious state has given him tunnel vision, has amplified the failures until they crowd out anything good from the picture.
He chews on one of his fingernails. His cuticles are bitten down and shredded.]
I don't hate you. But leave me alone.