[He wants to retort many things - they all come up like a flurry of butterflies in his head, one after the other, asking to be spoken. But in a single moment, those questions pierce him, one right after the other. Perhaps they bite at him, like Silco's teeth did once. The retorts die in his mouth, and sink into his chest like a stone.]
I... [He starts, stops. The rough, furious look now looks more like a wounded animal, wide and almost watery.] I couldn't have. I...
[Nothing. No retorts. His grip starts to lessen, guilt rising up like a poison tide to wash whatever fury he had away.]
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[He wants to retort many things - they all come up like a flurry of butterflies in his head, one after the other, asking to be spoken. But in a single moment, those questions pierce him, one right after the other. Perhaps they bite at him, like Silco's teeth did once. The retorts die in his mouth, and sink into his chest like a stone.]
I... [He starts, stops. The rough, furious look now looks more like a wounded animal, wide and almost watery.] I couldn't have. I...
[Nothing. No retorts. His grip starts to lessen, guilt rising up like a poison tide to wash whatever fury he had away.]
I couldn't tell them...