Scratch. Not Scratch. Me, but not me. What difference does it make? How do you prove it wasn't me?
[ Agitation that has been trying to work its way through the cracks in Alan's composure finally shows on his face and in his frame. ]
Can you really base that on a handful of pictures? This- everything... it's my fault. It's always been my fault.
[ His breath hitches as she presses her forehead against his, and he leans into the touch, further pressing their foreheads together. He needs the comfort, even though he feels it's not deserved; he can't see how it wasn't him, when, in his mind, all the evidence points to how he terrorized his wife until she couldn't take it anymore. Maybe he didn't know what he was doing, but ignorance isn't an excuse. It doesn't free him from being condemned, even if he's the only one doing the condemning. ]
It sounds so easy when you put it like that. It's not going to be easy. [ It's going to be hell. People are going to get hurt. I might hurt her again. I hate this. Why does it have to be like this? ]
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[ Agitation that has been trying to work its way through the cracks in Alan's composure finally shows on his face and in his frame. ]
Can you really base that on a handful of pictures? This- everything... it's my fault. It's always been my fault.
[ His breath hitches as she presses her forehead against his, and he leans into the touch, further pressing their foreheads together. He needs the comfort, even though he feels it's not deserved; he can't see how it wasn't him, when, in his mind, all the evidence points to how he terrorized his wife until she couldn't take it anymore. Maybe he didn't know what he was doing, but ignorance isn't an excuse. It doesn't free him from being condemned, even if he's the only one doing the condemning. ]
It sounds so easy when you put it like that. It's not going to be easy. [ It's going to be hell. People are going to get hurt. I might hurt her again. I hate this. Why does it have to be like this? ]
I don't know if I can do it.