[ and truly, charles believes he's saying the truth, too — or perhaps fine enough would be closer, or fine compared to what you must feel like. in any case, the echoes of his own death remain unnoticed by him; he's too focused on the person who these... memories? must belong to.
and given their content, well. ] I'm not the one who these things happened to, am I? You... Shit, I'm sorry. For — stumbling on you like this, I guess, I didn't mean to. [ didn't mean to invade their privacy, more like, but then again... if him being here is at least some distraction from the horror in the mirrors, isn't that a good thing? ]
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[ and truly, charles believes he's saying the truth, too — or perhaps fine enough would be closer, or fine compared to what you must feel like. in any case, the echoes of his own death remain unnoticed by him; he's too focused on the person who these... memories? must belong to.
and given their content, well. ] I'm not the one who these things happened to, am I? You... Shit, I'm sorry. For — stumbling on you like this, I guess, I didn't mean to. [ didn't mean to invade their privacy, more like, but then again... if him being here is at least some distraction from the horror in the mirrors, isn't that a good thing? ]