[He was willing to take anything she had to say to him--any range of scorn and abuse. But after that long, miserable silence, when the words finally came...even being terrified of what devastation he'd find in her good eye, his gaze snaps up to meet her. Once again, he doesn't know what to say.
His vision blurs as, for the first time in his short life, tears begin to spill out over his lashes.]
I don't understand. How could you even ask me that, after what I did? I don't deserve your kindness.
[Her trust, her friendship, her love. He'd betrayed it all to embrace the thing she promised him he'd never have to be again. No amount of apologizing would make up for it, not ever. For now, he's too shocked to answer the second question.]
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His vision blurs as, for the first time in his short life, tears begin to spill out over his lashes.]
I don't understand. How could you even ask me that, after what I did? I don't deserve your kindness.
[Her trust, her friendship, her love. He'd betrayed it all to embrace the thing she promised him he'd never have to be again. No amount of apologizing would make up for it, not ever. For now, he's too shocked to answer the second question.]