"Yeah, well," Ellie murmurs, "people made their choice. Ugh-"
She takes a moment, dragging her remaining fingers down her face. If there were really a god-- or a devil, whatever-- they'd fix things. Whatever this guy says he is, who cares? Whatever gets him through the day.
Ellie won't say that, though. There's no point in arguing.
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She takes a moment, dragging her remaining fingers down her face. If there were really a god-- or a devil, whatever-- they'd fix things. Whatever this guy says he is, who cares? Whatever gets him through the day.
Ellie won't say that, though. There's no point in arguing.
"Sorry. It's not your fault."
It's hers.