[Dorian doesn't quite know what to say at the extent of all of it. He stands there, listening, gradually becoming more crestfallen. The memory was the worst thing he could imagine for him, but to live some lesser form of judgement day in and day out... He resists his expressing his sympathies right away. It probably wouldn't do anything here.]
You never deserved that. But you don't deserve how you treat yourself either.
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You never deserved that. But you don't deserve how you treat yourself either.