[He can be as greedy as he wants right now. If all she can give is her ear and her arms and her time, they're his to take, because they're nothing compared to the price he's paid over and over and over again. 6O holds him tight and close, rubbing his back in small soothing circles, and resists the urge to tell him don't be silly— she's crying with him, not because of him. There's a difference.
He speaks his guilt and she shakes her head again, synthetic tears dripping slowly into his hair.]
No... I kept secrets too.
[Maybe she can tell him. She has to tell him, even if he can't forgive her, because dammit, for once in his many short lives 9S deserves to talk to somebody and not have them hide things from him.
Except she can't. The words just die. Well... he's smart, he knows who she was assigned to, he'll surely put it together on his own.]
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He speaks his guilt and she shakes her head again, synthetic tears dripping slowly into his hair.]
No... I kept secrets too.
[Maybe she can tell him. She has to tell him, even if he can't forgive her, because dammit, for once in his many short lives 9S deserves to talk to somebody and not have them hide things from him.
Except she can't. The words just die. Well... he's smart, he knows who she was assigned to, he'll surely put it together on his own.]