[ Majima said nothing at first. It was only the guarded expression that slipped from his face as he regarded Diarmuid, replaced by something like sorrow. ]
I'm sorry.
[ It wasn't as though the words helped either of them. Nor was it his intention to try and apologize for something that had happened a world apart and hundreds of years distant. The world was a brutal one, and it didn't seem to much care whether its victim was a monster or a curly-headed kid who missed his home. ]
[ Even still, it was hard to watch Diarmuid's hands twisting and grasping in his clothes and not feel sick at heart. He looked pale to Majima -- thin, more in spirit than in body. ]
If there's a way here, there's gotta be a way back.
[ There was something of a rough edge to his voice, and that was not the fault of the cigarettes he'd apparently left back at the house. He put out a hand, palm up. ]
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I'm sorry.
[ It wasn't as though the words helped either of them. Nor was it his intention to try and apologize for something that had happened a world apart and hundreds of years distant. The world was a brutal one, and it didn't seem to much care whether its victim was a monster or a curly-headed kid who missed his home. ]
[ Even still, it was hard to watch Diarmuid's hands twisting and grasping in his clothes and not feel sick at heart. He looked pale to Majima -- thin, more in spirit than in body. ]
If there's a way here, there's gotta be a way back.
[ There was something of a rough edge to his voice, and that was not the fault of the cigarettes he'd apparently left back at the house. He put out a hand, palm up. ]
Don't give up, okay? We'll find it.