[ He can tell she doesn't like his answer. That's fine. It's his life to live or end.
Grasping her hand, he lets her pull him to his feet, stooping afterwards to collect his fallen weapon. As he brushes off the soil and grass, he wonders if there is anything left worth living for. ]
...I'm sorry, [ he says quietly as they make their way back. He doesn't know what else to say. ]
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Grasping her hand, he lets her pull him to his feet, stooping afterwards to collect his fallen weapon. As he brushes off the soil and grass, he wonders if there is anything left worth living for. ]
...I'm sorry, [ he says quietly as they make their way back. He doesn't know what else to say. ]