He just listens, carefully, but he does reach over to hold one of her hands tightly - if she'll allow it. It's a sickening, dark feeling to dig through the mind of someone else. Knowing things that it seems harrow doesn't. It feels equally vile to somehow feel almost a little grateful for that. he hates it. that the truth here is something-- it always comes due, doesn't it?
he doesn't even know how to begin to explain this to harrow. a hand weighs on the scales of her life.]
I don't care what you've done. I don't care. It doesn't matter to me one fucking bit, you're still--
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He just listens, carefully, but he does reach over to hold one of her hands tightly - if she'll allow it. It's a sickening, dark feeling to dig through the mind of someone else. Knowing things that it seems harrow doesn't. It feels equally vile to somehow feel almost a little grateful for that. he hates it. that the truth here is something-- it always comes due, doesn't it?
he doesn't even know how to begin to explain this to harrow. a hand weighs on the scales of her life.]
I don't care what you've done. I don't care. It doesn't matter to me one fucking bit, you're still--