You would rather I was here alone?

[He asks in a distant sad voice, his drink remaining untouched. He's lost count of how much he's drank but he can feel it now and it blurs his senses and stops his usual quiet manner.]

This isn't even the worst Sonico. Leave like everyone does, I don't think I can feel the loss anymore.

[Terrance's fingers wrap around his drink and he downs it.]