[ He's right; they do feel guilty. Even though logically, they already know they tried basically everything to keep living, going as far as resorting to the tactic of dismembering themself. They're silent after his admission, adjusting their face on his shoulder so that they can take in a deep breath against him, the familiar scent of his clothes. ]
...I'm sorry.
[ They can't help but apologize again. They're sorry he's gone so far for them, and they're sorry for worrying him, too, but they don't specify between them. The two of them have been here before. Cairngorm used to say you shouldn't have done that or you didn't have to, but this time, they can't bring themself to say it, just clinging onto the notion he'd done so at all like a lifeline. When he holds them tighter, they want to return the gesture as much as he is, but they settle for tightening just the slightest amount - gently, always gently. ]
You're always... [ It's a start, but they don't finish. Then, they sigh, leaning on him as much as they think he can handle. ] ...We really are the same.
[ It's as bittersweet as it is comforting, this dedication they have to each other and how far they're both willing to go. They can only imagine they'd be doing the exact same thing if their roles had been reversed, and they admit this to him openly, even in the face of trying to accept, again, that he's for real, that he won't waver, that this is all for them. ]
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...I'm sorry.
[ They can't help but apologize again. They're sorry he's gone so far for them, and they're sorry for worrying him, too, but they don't specify between them. The two of them have been here before. Cairngorm used to say you shouldn't have done that or you didn't have to, but this time, they can't bring themself to say it, just clinging onto the notion he'd done so at all like a lifeline. When he holds them tighter, they want to return the gesture as much as he is, but they settle for tightening just the slightest amount - gently, always gently. ]
You're always... [ It's a start, but they don't finish. Then, they sigh, leaning on him as much as they think he can handle. ] ...We really are the same.
[ It's as bittersweet as it is comforting, this dedication they have to each other and how far they're both willing to go. They can only imagine they'd be doing the exact same thing if their roles had been reversed, and they admit this to him openly, even in the face of trying to accept, again, that he's for real, that he won't waver, that this is all for them. ]