[That's fine. If anyone deserves to cry, it's Alex. Mia doesn't stop him- she just keeps a hold of him and guides him through the door, grip firm and secure. He can cry as much as he wants as soon as she gets them out of this horrible room.
And once they are, back somewhat in the maze though they are, Ghost stands protectively beside him still, slowing their steps. She isn't sure of anything she could say-- is there anything even useful? And knows he needs to cry- but she can see the mist from his mouth.
Still, all she can manage, in her own confusion and sympathetic pain is--]
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And once they are, back somewhat in the maze though they are, Ghost stands protectively beside him still, slowing their steps. She isn't sure of anything she could say-- is there anything even useful? And knows he needs to cry- but she can see the mist from his mouth.
Still, all she can manage, in her own confusion and sympathetic pain is--]
You're not a monster, Alex.
I'm so sorry.
[Quietly, exhaustedly.]