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[i_love_squats]

[The camera turns on only after it’s thrown, tossed across the room like a ragdoll by a forgotten child. The angle’s odd, down and half blinded by light like an amateur photograph photoshopped with flare, but what’s shown is easy to make out: Zack, kneeling at the memorial, his face in his gloved hands, shoulders shaking with his grief. He’s

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[Text]

[mirageof_deceit]

I'm sorry for your loss.

[Voice]

[i_love_squats]

[He sighs, closing his eyes and raking his fingers through his hair.]

Thanks, Cloud. [There's a moment where he says nothing, before muttering under his breath.]

I'm sorry.

[Text]

[mirageof_deceit]

You have nothing to apologize for.

[Voice]

[i_love_squats]

Now I know how you felt when I ... left you.

[Text]

[mirageof_deceit]

No. It was different... very different.