[There's nothing he actually intends to say. Lalli is mostly beyod words, by now. He keeps seeing Tuuri in front of him. Tuuri with blood down her arm. Tuuri asking him about the voices of trolls and whether they have any hope of redemption, and telling her no. The last thing she said to him was to have a good night. Then the pain of suffocation, and panic, and seeing her footprints in the snow leading to the shore, and.
There is a yawning hole in his chest, threatening to swallow him up. Onni is looking at him with concern in his eyes and all Lalli can think is I'm sorry. The wrong person came back. He'd give anything to trade. I'm sorry. I should have done better. I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry.
He digs the heels of his palms into his eyes and lets out--some kind of sound. A guttural noise of grief. He says it under his breath like a mantra, I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry. It could never be enough.]
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[There's nothing he actually intends to say. Lalli is mostly beyod words, by now. He keeps seeing Tuuri in front of him. Tuuri with blood down her arm. Tuuri asking him about the voices of trolls and whether they have any hope of redemption, and telling her no. The last thing she said to him was to have a good night. Then the pain of suffocation, and panic, and seeing her footprints in the snow leading to the shore, and.
There is a yawning hole in his chest, threatening to swallow him up. Onni is looking at him with concern in his eyes and all Lalli can think is I'm sorry. The wrong person came back. He'd give anything to trade. I'm sorry. I should have done better. I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry.
He digs the heels of his palms into his eyes and lets out--some kind of sound. A guttural noise of grief. He says it under his breath like a mantra, I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry. It could never be enough.]