Jane leans back in his chair, balancing it on two legs as he listens. His face is unreadable, but there’s a glint of understanding in his eyes. When you finish, he tilts his head. “It’s a cycle, isn’t it?” You blink. “What do you mean?” He sets the chair down with a soft thud and leans forward, resting his elbows on the table. “People come to you when they’re lost, broken, unsure. You help them. You lift them up. And the moment they can stand on their own?” He spreads his hands. “They walk away.” You stay silent. He sighs, offering a small, lopsided smile. “You know, I think you’re stronger than you realize. But even strong people get tired.” He drums his fingers on the table. “So, the real question is… what happens if you stop catching them?”