[She holds him tight and careful, like Pietro after he tripped and spilled his shins and elbows over the floor, like Wanda when she was small and scared. She breathes deep, lets steadiness settle over her shoulders like a cloak. She didn't do this in Oxford, not with Zane or Ben or anyone, didn't even hold her own daemon.]
I was so cruel to him.
[A sigh, a whisper. It's easier to say when it's impossible to meet his eyes.]
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I was so cruel to him.
[A sigh, a whisper. It's easier to say when it's impossible to meet his eyes.]