[Sorey is as quiet as she is, hands in his lap as he waits for her to be ready to speak. When she finally does, she doesn't look or sound comforted or absolved of guilt of anything, and Sorey can relate so hard his heart aches with the pain of it.]
He stayed behind, [Sorey murmurs, though he already knows. He'd tried to do the same thing.]
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He stayed behind, [Sorey murmurs, though he already knows. He'd tried to do the same thing.]