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[He starts to cry in earnest as she says that even as he tries to stop himself, hands balling into fists that cover his eyes.]

You didn't have to...

[Keep him here with them.]

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[she holds onto him as he cries, not pulling away until he makes a sincere effort to break the hold first.]

... Not have to, want to.

[she repeats it, and will continue to repeat it as many times as it takes]

Важный. You matter to people here. We want you to be safe and with us. Always.

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[The tenderness helps, but at the same time, it claws at him. He's certain he doesn't deserve this.]

You shouldn't, I... I killed him, Anya.

[It may not have been his choice, but he can't help but wonder... If he had a stronger will, if he was better - would this still have happened?]

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[ . . . . it's hard. it's hard when mammon was quite easily one of anya's favorite people in this place. losing him cut her deeply in a way that she struggles to even really bring words to. it was a sudden loss and the person she's comforting her now is the one who was the vessel for it.

but that's all he was.]

... Not you. Монстр. This place - the monster who was not you, made you do it. You are hurt too.

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[He would say the same thing for anyone in his situation, and he realizes that deep down - but it's harder to convince himself that it's true in his case, somehow.

All the same, he sucks in a breath and blinks a few more times, trying to stem the flow of tears.]

...Sorry.

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... Почему? Why do you apologize?

[it's a soft question, but one that sounds sincere - she's not sure what he's saying sorry to her for anymore. not when she's made it clear she's not mad at him]

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[He - sounds a little bit sheepish, but:]

I got your dress wet.

[And, like, a thousand other things, but.]