[ ... He loves her, so much. His gaze is soft, caring. The same one he always gave her, ever since she was small. ]
... I'm sorry. It's my fault. It was... always my fault, really...
[ But that isn't going to fix things. So he will... come and take her hand into his own. ]
You can't... live for someone else. It has to be for yourself. That... is not selfish. It's not wrong, to go try to find happiness. ... Whatever they say... it isn't wrong, but it doesn't mean what you remember is wrong, either. It's not your job to defend me, nor is it your duty to mourn my foolishness. I was a slave to impulse... but Tria. There is so much you could do. So much good... I know. I can see it...
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... I'm sorry. It's my fault. It was... always my fault, really...
[ But that isn't going to fix things. So he will... come and take her hand into his own. ]
You can't... live for someone else. It has to be for yourself. That... is not selfish. It's not wrong, to go try to find happiness. ... Whatever they say... it isn't wrong, but it doesn't mean what you remember is wrong, either. It's not your job to defend me, nor is it your duty to mourn my foolishness. I was a slave to impulse... but Tria. There is so much you could do. So much good... I know. I can see it...