[Merlin. It's not exactly guilt that he feels, it's-- something. He hasn't got a word for it. Frustrated, Sirius rubs the side of his hand against his forehead, right at the arch of thumb and wrist.
Merlin.]
I know.
[Gruff, and quiet. He doesn't look at her.]
I do know. All right? [And this is difficult to say, but:] I'm sorry.
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Merlin.]
I know.
[Gruff, and quiet. He doesn't look at her.]
I do know. All right? [And this is difficult to say, but:] I'm sorry.