[as soon as Orpheus's hand lands on his shoulder, Salieri's own reaches up to clasp it there, holding on as if it were an anchor. His breath catches in a small sob in his chest, and he can feel the tears escaping, no longer able to blink fast enough to keep up with them.
He nods, shaky] I do--I wish it could've been stopped, somehow--that we could go back and change it, so none of this happened...[there's another hitching sob from him, shoulders trembling under Orpheus's hand]
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He nods, shaky] I do--I wish it could've been stopped, somehow--that we could go back and change it, so none of this happened...[there's another hitching sob from him, shoulders trembling under Orpheus's hand]