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[ a gentle soul is far from how one would typically describe him, he's certain. never been one to soothe per se — encourage, maybe. set ablaze, sure.

he finds that he wants to soothe him though. that he wants to have the ability to comfort his weary soul. it's one much like his own, he knows.

the guilt, it never does go away, does it?

there's yet another silence. suddenly, a hand pulls away...only to then flick cain right on the forehead. ]

It isn't your fault.

[ he narrows his eyes. ]

A part of you can know that with certainty. But you can't be free until you begin to feel it.