[ . . . . 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.
[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.]
[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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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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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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[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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I got your dress wet.
[And, like, a thousand other things, but.]