[ There's a sense of... well, not pity. It's sympathy and perhaps a sense of understanding. Warmth, in a way. Gentleness. ]
Not everyone can fight. Or should. And it's up to those of us who are able to defend those people and fight in their places. What you did... I cannot claim it doesn't bother me in a way, but I can't blame you for it. I know what it is to fail and how tempting it is to blame one's self... but don't. It won't help you.
[ Another flicker of warmth. An attempt at reassurance. ]
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[ There's a sense of... well, not pity. It's sympathy and perhaps a sense of understanding. Warmth, in a way. Gentleness. ]
Not everyone can fight. Or should. And it's up to those of us who are able to defend those people and fight in their places. What you did... I cannot claim it doesn't bother me in a way, but I can't blame you for it. I know what it is to fail and how tempting it is to blame one's self... but don't. It won't help you.
[ Another flicker of warmth. An attempt at reassurance. ]
Please, trust me in this instance.