[She tries to smile up at him, though she can't see his face anymore. Zelda reaches up to stroke his cheek, trying to soothe the hysterical edge to his voice. Why is he so upset? It's alright. She doesn't mind if it hurts as long as he's okay. Finally her hand makes contact with his face. Unbidden, words that aren't her own start to come to come to her lips.
"You shouldn't have been born."
That doesn't seem right, does it? It's not his fault he was born, that someone tried to hurt him, that she shielded him.]
It's not your fault...
[And then her hand drops to her side, eyes going blank.]
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[She tries to smile up at him, though she can't see his face anymore. Zelda reaches up to stroke his cheek, trying to soothe the hysterical edge to his voice. Why is he so upset? It's alright. She doesn't mind if it hurts as long as he's okay. Finally her hand makes contact with his face. Unbidden, words that aren't her own start to come to come to her lips.
"You shouldn't have been born."
That doesn't seem right, does it? It's not his fault he was born, that someone tried to hurt him, that she shielded him.]
It's not your fault...
[And then her hand drops to her side, eyes going blank.]