[He discovers now that that wound, though old, is still raw as it burns from the sincerity of Ion's words. Sandalphon doesn't look at him; his voice, faint.]
You're wrong . . . I don't deserve anything. The things that I did after those memories . . .
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You're wrong . . . I don't deserve anything. The things that I did after those memories . . .
[He swallows. That's enough. No more.]