"I'm sorry," he says, holding her for the moment before letting her go. "You know that, right? I'm sorry for being so weak."
He doesn't know how to make it better, but there's the simple truth of it. He's weak. And he's tired. And finding a way home seems more and more impossible with every day.
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He doesn't know how to make it better, but there's the simple truth of it. He's weak. And he's tired. And finding a way home seems more and more impossible with every day.