[No. Lies are bad. Lies are ugly and empty and cold and lonely. He will not encourage this.]

That's wrong. I'm sorry, but... it's so wrong. Why do you think emotions, connections to people, or even pain makes anyone weak? Why would being alone ever be better? When there's people who care about you, who want to help you... who've been able to overlook even when you've done horrible things. People who might still be willing to call you family.

[He closes his eyes, exhaling meaningfully. It's a lot - probably too much - but it's hard to stop the floodgates when he lets them open like this.]

Is it really that you think you don't need them, or are you just telling yourself that so you'll stop wanting it so badly?