[He doesn't need to be, he knows, but still he mutters it, embarrassed despite himself at being caught. Stupid, right? Amid all his grief and shame and horror, to be embarrassed at crying . . . but not so embarrassed he pulls away. Polnareff presses back against Bruno, his fingers curling against the blanket.]
He saved my life twice, you know. Twice. And both times, I got him killed.
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[He doesn't need to be, he knows, but still he mutters it, embarrassed despite himself at being caught. Stupid, right? Amid all his grief and shame and horror, to be embarrassed at crying . . . but not so embarrassed he pulls away. Polnareff presses back against Bruno, his fingers curling against the blanket.]
He saved my life twice, you know. Twice. And both times, I got him killed.