[There's no time for indignation and even Alois can respect that. Contrary to first and fifteenth impressions, he knows when to stop and start. So he forgoes the final monologue; he swallows any half-formed protests, shutting his mouth with secret obedience.
He only opens it again to yelp when Childermass tosses him through the doorway. It's way too close to just in time—Alois can feel a curling finger, grasping in its hunger, graze the back of his knee just before he's jerked forward. He doesn't process it until after Childermass has yanked him to more immediate safety, but as Alois stumbles into the building, skittering on his heels, the fear overwhelms the fight again. He spins round quickly instead of fleeing up the flight of stairs.] Don't leave, [he cries, even if Childermass is right behind him.] Don't make me go by myself! [No, Alois doesn't want to be eaten; but when his phobia of being alone is able to bite into his mind, being eaten might seem preferable to loneliness.]
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He only opens it again to yelp when Childermass tosses him through the doorway. It's way too close to just in time—Alois can feel a curling finger, grasping in its hunger, graze the back of his knee just before he's jerked forward. He doesn't process it until after Childermass has yanked him to more immediate safety, but as Alois stumbles into the building, skittering on his heels, the fear overwhelms the fight again. He spins round quickly instead of fleeing up the flight of stairs.] Don't leave, [he cries, even if Childermass is right behind him.] Don't make me go by myself! [No, Alois doesn't want to be eaten; but when his phobia of being alone is able to bite into his mind, being eaten might seem preferable to loneliness.]