[Wilhelm gulps in a breath, trying to steady himself. He swipes dirty knuckles across his cheeks to clear his tears. He reminds himself why he decided to come back here, not to crumble under the weight of everything that happened here, but to conquer his fear, his hurt, his weakness.
It takes a long moment, but finally he's still. His hands loosen from his hair, and his head lifts. As shame settles in for his tantrum, he finds he can't meet Crane's eye. He can't look at the body either, still lying in a smashed pulp not far enough away.]
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It takes a long moment, but finally he's still. His hands loosen from his hair, and his head lifts. As shame settles in for his tantrum, he finds he can't meet Crane's eye. He can't look at the body either, still lying in a smashed pulp not far enough away.]