[Caterina doesn't fight the pull; she sinks into it desperately in fact. She's so lonely and tired. For the moment all she wants to do is escape that feeling.]
I'm sorry. [The guilt in her voice run as deep as the grief. She shouldn't be crying in front of him. This wrong. She's showing a weakness that can't be taken back later. What must he think of her? A dying, grief stricken woman who somehow managed to outlive those she held dear? Caterina can't help herself even as she thinks this. Now that she's started she doesn't know how to stop crying.]
I'm so sorry. [She should have kept a closer eye on Abel. She knew how foolish he was. It was inevitable without the Crusnik that this would happen. It's her fault they're grieving at all.]
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I'm sorry. [The guilt in her voice run as deep as the grief. She shouldn't be crying in front of him. This wrong. She's showing a weakness that can't be taken back later. What must he think of her? A dying, grief stricken woman who somehow managed to outlive those she held dear? Caterina can't help herself even as she thinks this. Now that she's started she doesn't know how to stop crying.]
I'm so sorry. [She should have kept a closer eye on Abel. She knew how foolish he was. It was inevitable without the Crusnik that this would happen. It's her fault they're grieving at all.]