[There's a crack to the words, a breaking desperation, and one hand snaps up as if to ward her away. It instead latches onto the back of his neck, digging into the tensing knot of musculature there, and everything she says is - true, isn't it?]
[Coward. Coward and liar. He can be as sorry as he likes, but that doesn't fix anything. Nothing he does will fix anything, except for the meager possibility that the pills really will serve as the shield he desperately needs them to be for others; a synthetic talisman to ward off the thing poisoning all their minds.]
[He can't know. He can't really know.]
It's not just what I did.
It's - what I am.
[It turns out that some people - some people are just born wrong. And there's nothing you can really do to fix them. All you can do is hope that you can mitigate the damage, and, failing that - cut away the infection at its source.]
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[There's a crack to the words, a breaking desperation, and one hand snaps up as if to ward her away. It instead latches onto the back of his neck, digging into the tensing knot of musculature there, and everything she says is - true, isn't it?]
[Coward. Coward and liar. He can be as sorry as he likes, but that doesn't fix anything. Nothing he does will fix anything, except for the meager possibility that the pills really will serve as the shield he desperately needs them to be for others; a synthetic talisman to ward off the thing poisoning all their minds.]
[He can't know. He can't really know.]
It's not just what I did.
It's - what I am.
[It turns out that some people - some people are just born wrong. And there's nothing you can really do to fix them. All you can do is hope that you can mitigate the damage, and, failing that - cut away the infection at its source.]
[I thought it was me, but you're the source.]