"She hasn't been well for a long time." He knows he's saying this in vain; if he was in Algric's shoes, surely he'd be blaming himself, too. "It wasn't your fault."
So he says, but there's a seed of agreement that lodges somewhere in the dark recesses of Martin's mind.
"Maybe it had already started when she-" Martin's hand reaches up to gesture at where the vase had-- Oh. It's caked with dried blood. He'd completely forgotten about it.
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"She hasn't been well for a long time." He knows he's saying this in vain; if he was in Algric's shoes, surely he'd be blaming himself, too. "It wasn't your fault."
So he says, but there's a seed of agreement that lodges somewhere in the dark recesses of Martin's mind.
"Maybe it had already started when she-" Martin's hand reaches up to gesture at where the vase had-- Oh. It's caked with dried blood. He'd completely forgotten about it.