[Eventually her sobs get weak, slow down. Some of it's because he's taking the ache. She can breathe normally again. But she doesn't understand what he's doing, doesn't even realize he's doing anything. If she did, she'd thank him, but she'd be afraid, too. New things frighten her now, at the same time as she's curious.]
[She doesn't pull away yet, just sniffles into his neck. I'm sorry, I'm sorry.]
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[She doesn't pull away yet, just sniffles into his neck. I'm sorry, I'm sorry.]
I killed . . . someone.