[ He stares up at her, slowly lifting his hand to his face. She -- he's never seen her so angry before (even when he showed his hand he didn't see the same fire in her eyes). He doesn't know how to respond, confusion and understanding written on his face before he rubs his cheek. ]
Don't-
Don't be sorry. Why should you be sorry? My actions have caused you so much pain -- I can't imagine what you are going through.
[ He wonders if that would be a lie. He understands the pain on the surface level. He found his mother dead, after all -- but it's not the same. It's not the same pain. His mother never cared. At on point in time, her father did. ]
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[ He stares up at her, slowly lifting his hand to his face. She -- he's never seen her so angry before (even when he showed his hand he didn't see the same fire in her eyes). He doesn't know how to respond, confusion and understanding written on his face before he rubs his cheek. ]
Don't-
Don't be sorry. Why should you be sorry? My actions have caused you so much pain -- I can't imagine what you are going through.
[ He wonders if that would be a lie. He understands the pain on the surface level. He found his mother dead, after all -- but it's not the same. It's not the same pain. His mother never cared. At on point in time, her father did. ]