[ she's - disoriented, mostly. how the fuck did she get here? she looks confused, and then distressed when he comes racing across the room, and immediately she's up against the bars, reaching for him. ]
Stop - stop, it wasn't your fucking fault. [ she says, sharply, voice breaking in the middle. ]
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Stop - stop, it wasn't your fucking fault. [ she says, sharply, voice breaking in the middle. ]