[She looks up again when he looks down, eyes steady on his bent head.]
You've made a lot of crappy choices. And sure, some of those crappy choices tied into what happened to her. But that's not the same thing as your choices causing her death, or it being your fault. Hannibal Lecter caused her death. It was his fault.
I know that. Intellectually, I know. And I know he manipulated things to make me feel that way, over and over. But still, everything she went through- it's hard to not feel it, like a hole in my chest.
[ Will nods, his head bobbing in more of a twitch than anything else. He opens his eyes and gives Shaw a weak smile. His eyes shine with unshed tears. ]
[Shaw isn't a touchy person, but it's not like she doesn't know how important it is for most people, and how much of a help it can be. Slowly, she shifts towards the edge of the bed and lifts a hand, reaching out so that it hovers near Will's knee - but she stops just short of actually making contact, waiting and watching for his response first. She's prepared to either put her hand on him if he seems like he's amenable, or withdraw immediately if he seems like he's not.]
[ Will sees her reaching out, takes her hand and squeezes it gently before letting it go. He understands the effort put in, and strongly appreciates it. ]
I'm okay- ...I'll be okay. It helps to hear.
Guess I tripped myself up, there. The point was that I am definitely a man who has regrets. And I'm not so egotistical to believe that I won't ever regret a choice I make in the future.
[ He doesn't want her to push herself, is all. But this works fine. ]
Not...really? I don't fear the unknown anymore. In fact, I don't seem to get scared much at all now. Seems like a small silver lining for everything I've been through.
...so I will make the decisions I make, and keep doing the best I can.
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You've made a lot of crappy choices. And sure, some of those crappy choices tied into what happened to her. But that's not the same thing as your choices causing her death, or it being your fault. Hannibal Lecter caused her death. It was his fault.
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I know that. Intellectually, I know. And I know he manipulated things to make me feel that way, over and over. But still, everything she went through- it's hard to not feel it, like a hole in my chest.
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Yeah. Thank you for saying it.
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I'm okay- ...I'll be okay. It helps to hear.
Guess I tripped myself up, there. The point was that I am definitely a man who has regrets. And I'm not so egotistical to believe that I won't ever regret a choice I make in the future.
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Probably, yeah. I'm guessing that's kinda scary?
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Not...really? I don't fear the unknown anymore. In fact, I don't seem to get scared much at all now. Seems like a small silver lining for everything I've been through.
...so I will make the decisions I make, and keep doing the best I can.