[ cold relief washes over her. she knows for sure, at least, that it would have been worse if he hadn't answered at all. she opens her mouth, throat working, only to realize that...she has no clue what to say. there had been no planned follow-up to that diffident callout. her hands open and close over the pillow, faltering.
she wants to ask for comfort, but she's afraid to. he might have answered her, but he isn't looking at her, and she doesn't know if he can offer her any in this place. she doesn't know if he'd even want to try. so instead all that comes out is the only thing she knows how to say right now, her voice still quiet and small. ]
I'm sorry.
[ for all of this. for what i did. for hitting you, for pushing you, for prodding until you fell apart. i'm sorry for everything you had to see in that interrogation room. ]
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she wants to ask for comfort, but she's afraid to. he might have answered her, but he isn't looking at her, and she doesn't know if he can offer her any in this place. she doesn't know if he'd even want to try. so instead all that comes out is the only thing she knows how to say right now, her voice still quiet and small. ]
I'm sorry.
[ for all of this. for what i did. for hitting you, for pushing you, for prodding until you fell apart. i'm sorry for everything you had to see in that interrogation room. ]