[ The words stick with him and in response there's a swirl of more confused emotions. Sorrow, sympathy, pain, anger, even a sense of helplessness. Not quite despair, but a sense of frustration. Those remembered words echo in his head for a few long moments as she 'speaks' to him. ]
How can it be your fault? Do not blame yourself, please. Not for the sake of others or your own peace of mind...
[ He knows that road. Although it ends differently for him - he has the blessing of strength (or a curse, as may be). ]
You don't sound "fine". But... I cannot make you accept help. But if you need anything - an ear or food or anything all - I am more than willing to provide it. This - that isn't right.
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How can it be your fault? Do not blame yourself, please. Not for the sake of others or your own peace of mind...
[ He knows that road. Although it ends differently for him - he has the blessing of strength (or a curse, as may be). ]
You don't sound "fine". But... I cannot make you accept help. But if you need anything - an ear or food or anything all - I am more than willing to provide it. This - that isn't right.