[There's a sharp intake of breath, a sudden wave of...something like guilt? Before it washes away back into his grief, mixing with the low thrum of directionless anger.]
I was. [...] I talked to her this week. I don't know if I can fully forgive her, but...
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[There's a sharp intake of breath, a sudden wave of...something like guilt? Before it washes away back into his grief, mixing with the low thrum of directionless anger.]
I was. [...] I talked to her this week. I don't know if I can fully forgive her, but...
[It wasn't like he hated her.]