[ He never has anything to channel all this anguish into. He just wants to be forgiven, he wants to be able to forgive himself, but he can’t do that without a word from Robb. It’s something that keeps eluding him again and again, time after time. He would rather be dead than go through this again.
He doesn’t want to be comforted. It won’t help. He merely stares at Claire’s hand with bloodshot eyes, refusing to take it. It won’t help. It won’t. ]
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He doesn’t want to be comforted. It won’t help. He merely stares at Claire’s hand with bloodshot eyes, refusing to take it. It won’t help. It won’t. ]
It doesn't matter. Nothing I do matters.