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[It's so easy, to wrap his arms around her and press his chin down against her shoulder. He closes his eyes, and wishes he'd believe it if he told himself he's had enough time to grieve, to get over it. She died in his arms. He's never going to get over it.

For a while, he doesn't say anything. Maybe it's selfish, and if it is, right now he doesn't care. He wants this comfort, he wants someone to hold him and understand and just be here. That it's Daneca makes it...more. He doesn't want to let her go.]

It shouldn't have been her. [It shouldn't have been any of them. He has to swallow hard to keep talking.] I'm sorry. I didn't want to dump this on you, but I - I wanted you to know. [Because he knows he's not acting like himself. He's not sure how to act like himself.]