[He's a little angry too now, but not at her. Not really. His breath shakes on an exhale, something switches in him at how she looks away, doesn't want to face him.
He closes the space between, reaches down to gently grab her fingers.]
Your mutation does not make it your fault. It's no one's fault. You didn't choose this, so don't act like you did.
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He closes the space between, reaches down to gently grab her fingers.]
Your mutation does not make it your fault. It's no one's fault. You didn't choose this, so don't act like you did.