[The answer is sharp. Not because of how she says it, but the truth of it. He squeezes her, his arms slowly letting her go. He cannot keep her trapped forever.]
No. No, they're not.
[His hands slide down her arms as he pulls back. He is a mess: eyes puffy, his cheeks flushed, eyes just as red. He's cried over lesser things before, feeling better after. This. This feels like a well's opened within him. He feels empty. Scooped out. A fillingless pie.
Gods. Ciri. She doesn't deserve this. Not from him, nor anyone else.]
I'm sorry. That I stirred those memories. It's still... raw to me. Still new.
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No. No, they're not.
[His hands slide down her arms as he pulls back. He is a mess: eyes puffy, his cheeks flushed, eyes just as red. He's cried over lesser things before, feeling better after. This. This feels like a well's opened within him. He feels empty. Scooped out. A fillingless pie.
Gods. Ciri. She doesn't deserve this. Not from him, nor anyone else.]
I'm sorry. That I stirred those memories. It's still... raw to me. Still new.