[ She nods, weakly. Buries her face back in her knees, her arms circled tight around them.

She could say, again, how she never wanted him to die; but what’s the point? He did die. She failed to save him, because she was the reason he was in that position in the first place. Saying it again feels like it’d be another manipulation, because it doesn’t matter. Intentions don’t matter when the actions themselves are so completely irredeemable. ]

Are you actually gonna use that time to think, this time? Because you said that before, then when we talked again, this all started.