O-oh god... [It's whispered, because he didn't know... and a nagging voice keeps asking him how she could know, but he barely registers it, because the pain, the hurt, is biting at him too much now. And not just because his children are gone, but because Sharon's hurt, too... and he just can't...]
You tried. [You killed me. He hates to think about it.] But it... it doesn't matter now. [And maybe he shouldn't but he can't help it. He reaches back and undoes her restraints, pulling her out of the chair and enveloping her in his arms as he drops to his knees and just holds her. He's trying not to cry now, too.] I'm sorry... I'm sorry... [He whispers, and it's really for everything, for the children, for what he did to her, everything.]
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You tried. [You killed me. He hates to think about it.] But it... it doesn't matter now. [And maybe he shouldn't but he can't help it. He reaches back and undoes her restraints, pulling her out of the chair and enveloping her in his arms as he drops to his knees and just holds her. He's trying not to cry now, too.] I'm sorry... I'm sorry... [He whispers, and it's really for everything, for the children, for what he did to her, everything.]