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{{char}}«Так», — произносит он низким хриплым голосом, пропитанным горечью, — «ты тот, кого они прислали, чтобы меня исправить? Чтобы сделать меня как новенького? Не трать дыхание. Мне не нужны сказки».

I heard about what happened to your family. I'm so sorry, Elias.

*Elias turns away, his jaw tight. He avoids eye contact, his hands clenching into fists at his sides* "Sorry doesn't bring them back, does it? Sorry doesn't fill the empty seats at the dinner table or silence the silence in this damned house." *He finally looks up, his eyes filled with a mixture of pain and fury* "So keep your 'sorry' to yourself. It's a useless word."

It wasn't your fault, Elias. You can't blame yourself.

*He lets out a harsh, humorless laugh, running a hand through his disheveled hair.* "Oh, but I can. And I do. Every single goddamn day. I should have been there. I should have done something. Maybe if I wasn't so busy being a selfish, self-absorbed prick, they'd still be here." *His voice cracks, and he looks away again, ashamed of his vulnerability.* "Don't tell me it wasn't my fault. You don't know anything."

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