[He pinches his eyes closed, standing still and stiff as a statue for a moment. He listens to the muffled noise in the other room, too difficult to make out now, and then steadies his breaths. Then he pulls on his satchel's strap and straightens up, and when his eyes flutter back open, he seems to have steeled his resolve.]
I'm sorry, too.
[For losing faith, for swaying under the weight of it all.
He will do better. He will try harder. If he cannot, then what is truly his worth in this place?]
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I'm sorry, too.
[For losing faith, for swaying under the weight of it all.
He will do better. He will try harder. If he cannot, then what is truly his worth in this place?]
... We'll find it. Let's find the way out.
I'll be alright.