[ It hurts to see her like this, and he only realizes this now. It hurts to see her break, to see an important part of her torn away and how that leaves her. Knowing her loss makes it no easier to bear. He'd thought there was no chance of him caring for her, truly, not like he cared for his family, but now...
It's hard not to pay attention to every detail about her, down to her white-knuckled grip on the door. That's exactly why he hasn't moved closer, even though he didn't have the foresight to get rid of the blood before coming to see her. ]
I won't let you. Not again. [ If it's true she doesn't want to. Many witches choose death instead of turning, and he can't say he blames them, but he's always respected trying more than giving in. ]
... I'm sorry. [ And he is. For once in his life, he is. ]
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It's hard not to pay attention to every detail about her, down to her white-knuckled grip on the door. That's exactly why he hasn't moved closer, even though he didn't have the foresight to get rid of the blood before coming to see her. ]
I won't let you. Not again. [ If it's true she doesn't want to. Many witches choose death instead of turning, and he can't say he blames them, but he's always respected trying more than giving in. ]
... I'm sorry. [ And he is. For once in his life, he is. ]