[His mouth tugs, mirthless, bitter. She says sorry, but he wonders if that should be his line. He can't help. They're all that's left of their brood, a part of him that feels strangled already by the prospect of her dropping away like the others have, but her ice bites into his bones and he can't do anything to alleviate her hunger.
But then, the fault didn't really lie with either of them.]
(Hey, not like you can help it, right? None of us can.)
[No choice in being what she was, and no choice in being tied to him. It's straying into ground of old complaints, the ones Seviilia didn't like to hear, but she won't have to any further than this. He's already moving to leave.]
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But then, the fault didn't really lie with either of them.]
( Hey, not like you can help it, right? None of us can. )
[No choice in being what she was, and no choice in being tied to him. It's straying into ground of old complaints, the ones Seviilia didn't like to hear, but she won't have to any further than this. He's already moving to leave.]