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There's silence for a moment — and then he registers the faint whine, and his heart crumbles. His throat feels thick and hot, and for several moments he can't say anything. All he can do is watch her try to speak, hearing the faintest whisper but unable to make out exactly what she's saying. His chest tightens, and for a moment he considers taking it back — how could he even imagine leaving her, leaving any of them?
But most of all Korei. She's always relied on him so much, even when he pushed her away. Even when he ignored her for months, when he met her with agitation and hostility, when he neglected the promise he'd made to her so long ago. It's been almost a year now, hasn't it? Somewhere around there, he's sure. But then he remembers Zamael's face, twisted in pain caused by his actions — Delight's, so oddly shut-down — Ulf's, torn by an unmistakable emotion the last time he'd seen him.
I'm sorry, He murmurs brokenly; he can't even bring himself to wonder what it is she's trying to say. It can't be anything good.