[It's thunderstorming outside the ship. Hard to even know if he can hear her anymore, wrapped warmly in his own guilt. He must - after a few minutes of downpour, the rain lessens, although he doesn't stop staring at the ground, unblinking, hating himself; there's definitely a static around him, power radiating. There aren't words in any language to describe how he feels right now. Such a fool.]
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Date: 2012-03-27 11:27 pm (UTC)