[He looks down, reluctant to meet her eyes. It's always harder, seeing the other person. Like if he pretends they're not here, he can make himself believe he's just complaining to himself and not bothering anyone. If he doesn't see their face, he won't watch it constrict with pain or worry or anger depending on the words he shares. It's kind of cowardly, but... it helps. He's not there yet.
What does he even say.]
...You remember... our first training session? [He discards the sponge and lifts his hands a few inches, palms up.] All those lights, and... I couldn't catch them.
[He can't keep everyone. Not safe, not with him, not... anything. He's tried, but everything's falling to pieces and he doesn't know where he went wrong.]
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What does he even say.]
...You remember... our first training session? [He discards the sponge and lifts his hands a few inches, palms up.] All those lights, and... I couldn't catch them.
[He can't keep everyone. Not safe, not with him, not... anything. He's tried, but everything's falling to pieces and he doesn't know where he went wrong.]