Dustin shook and shook his head. The long hair pooled in his lap and moved about a half foot down. He whimpered again. "I. Did. Not. Want. To. Be. Saved." He said in a shakey voice. Sniffling a bit. "I wanted to be free of pain. Free of the memories that haunt my sleep." He didn't look at him. "I will tell you, and the fish, I did not want to be saved. I wanted to die. I had snapped. It became too much. This one would have been peaceful. I didn't ask for that fucking guardian angel to intervene again. He never lets me die. I thought since this time was painless he wouldn't stop it." He spoke in a whisper. He sniffled again and whimpered. He wanted Hund now. His mind was clear. It wasn't in a downhill spiral. Tears started to trail down his cheeks.