[ A quiet snort escapes him—not annoyance, exactly. Maybe a resigned acceptance. He'd meant to talk about Sam, not himself. Yet here they are. ]
I already know who's to blame. [ In the end, Ciri is his charge. He'd protected her, but not as well as he should've. Not as well as he was supposed to.
Does he know what he should have done differently? No. Hindsight only grants so much clarity. Perhaps that's what bothers him. That there isn't anything he can say he'd have changed. What would killing Dean earlier have done? If his death was the trigger in the first place? ]
I'm not sure there's anything to say. [ To Dean, to Sam. ] That either of us will want to hear.
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I already know who's to blame. [ In the end, Ciri is his charge. He'd protected her, but not as well as he should've. Not as well as he was supposed to.
Does he know what he should have done differently? No. Hindsight only grants so much clarity. Perhaps that's what bothers him. That there isn't anything he can say he'd have changed. What would killing Dean earlier have done? If his death was the trigger in the first place? ]
I'm not sure there's anything to say. [ To Dean, to Sam. ] That either of us will want to hear.