[ now that he's started apologizing, its like he can't stop, like all the things hes ever felt sorry for and all the guilt hes harbored fights its way out now, spurred on by the horrible memory of a man he'd called his boss cutting into his flesh, demanding the very same. it's been so hard for him, every day since he'd gotten the memory back. it wasn't like he was without guilt already, so it had just compounded everything. it's been so heavy to hold all of it, so much to keep without saying. but now that he's started talking about it, it all comes out.
he clings tight to him, shaking hard as he starts to cry. maybe in the past he was equipped for this kind of thing, but he isn't, not here. he'd never been part of a gang, he'd never been hurt like that. ]
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[ now that he's started apologizing, its like he can't stop, like all the things hes ever felt sorry for and all the guilt hes harbored fights its way out now, spurred on by the horrible memory of a man he'd called his boss cutting into his flesh, demanding the very same. it's been so hard for him, every day since he'd gotten the memory back. it wasn't like he was without guilt already, so it had just compounded everything. it's been so heavy to hold all of it, so much to keep without saying. but now that he's started talking about it, it all comes out.
he clings tight to him, shaking hard as he starts to cry. maybe in the past he was equipped for this kind of thing, but he isn't, not here. he'd never been part of a gang, he'd never been hurt like that. ]
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.