[That is a good question and he takes his time to think about the answer he was going to give. They've started to walk up a hill, its path littered with colorful autumn leaves. Wanderers hand is still holding on to the hand of his other self.]

No. Only I can make things better for myself.

[It might sound harsh to the other's ears. He knows that very well. But to him it is the only truth.]

I am you, as much as you are me. We aren't two different creations made by our...mother. We are the same. [And now he squeezes the others hand tighter.] But if you wish that I stay, I will do so as long as I am able to. [Loneliness can be a terrible thing.]