[It's...horrible to listen to. Horrifying, to hear of the fate of the future, of her husband, her son. And then for her to decide against it, unknowingly shutting Mumble in the freezer.
It was an accident. It's all a mistake. There is dread in his stomach, tying into terrible knots as he moves to offer her a handkerchief, unthinkingly, as she wipes her eyes]
It was an accident. Purely. Nothing more. How were you to know? [he's shaky, though, resting a hand on the railing to steady himself as well, and ask--]
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It was an accident. It's all a mistake. There is dread in his stomach, tying into terrible knots as he moves to offer her a handkerchief, unthinkingly, as she wipes her eyes]
It was an accident. Purely. Nothing more. How were you to know? [he's shaky, though, resting a hand on the railing to steady himself as well, and ask--]
Then...what happened after you left?