[ He hunches slightly, just so she doesn't have to stretch up so far. Still, he's mostly focused on the almost overwhelming feeling of grief that's welled up inside him. And, all at once, it's too much. ]
I-- you were killed, because of me. And there's nothing--
[ He cuts off, choking up, drawing short, broken breaths. The two make quite a pair, holding each other for dear life, lost in the what-ifs. ]
I can't, I still can't... do anything... to save you.
action;
I-- you were killed, because of me. And there's nothing--
[ He cuts off, choking up, drawing short, broken breaths. The two make quite a pair, holding each other for dear life, lost in the what-ifs. ]
I can't, I still can't... do anything... to save you.