Perhaps a little too long, truth be told. When he speaks, his voice doesn't quite sound like him.
"I have. A long time ago. Which - It's part of the reason I feel so badly about how I treated you." He stops, and swallows. "Even then. I kind of knew, and yet..."
The look on his face is bleak, almost empty. He's lost them. He did- so long ago, but he still can't stop.
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Perhaps a little too long, truth be told. When he speaks, his voice doesn't quite sound like him.
"I have. A long time ago. Which - It's part of the reason I feel so badly about how I treated you." He stops, and swallows. "Even then. I kind of knew, and yet..."
The look on his face is bleak, almost empty. He's lost them. He did- so long ago, but he still can't stop.
And even if he wanted to stop, what then?