[The words come out small - they're words he never intended to say, but -
Much like someone else here, he sees the wound she's carrying in her chest, gaping open. She's trying to cover it, but it's like trying to staunch the flow of blood...
But if she won't let him try to help her, there's nothing he can do.
'...No, isn't that just...a lie I'm telling myself? ...I'm letting her go, because... ...I don't...want to risk hurting her further....']
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[The words come out small - they're words he never intended to say, but -
Much like someone else here, he sees the wound she's carrying in her chest, gaping open. She's trying to cover it, but it's like trying to staunch the flow of blood...
But if she won't let him try to help her, there's nothing he can do.
'...No, isn't that just...a lie I'm telling myself?
...I'm letting her go, because...
...I don't...want to risk hurting her further....']