(It hurts very, very much. Lup taking her hand as it is, even wet with tears and tightly holding it makes her shoulders jerk in a muted sob. She doesn't deserve this kindness, not from her.)
I'm sorry, (she manages. There aren't enough words in the world to express how deeply sorrowful she feels in this moment, the aching, consuming regret and guilt. Her dearest friends, her closest family, having suffered by her hand for so long? This is the nightmare scenario.)
I know it can't possibly– but please, believe me Lup, I'm– (she can barely speak; she shakes her head slowly, and puts her free hand over her mouth, closing her eyes tightly.)
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I'm sorry, (she manages. There aren't enough words in the world to express how deeply sorrowful she feels in this moment, the aching, consuming regret and guilt. Her dearest friends, her closest family, having suffered by her hand for so long? This is the nightmare scenario.)
I know it can't possibly– but please, believe me Lup, I'm– (she can barely speak; she shakes her head slowly, and puts her free hand over her mouth, closing her eyes tightly.)