( There's just the smallest twinge of a smile, very tired. It's something along the lines of, whatcha gonna do?, as if she'd forgotten milk when that's what she went grocery shopping for in the first place, not her life falling apart in a matter of hours.
And then the next bit hits, settles in her head, and Sarissa closes her eyes for a second before she reaches out and takes one of Sarah's hands in her own. Her eyes stay shut tight, and she wraps up Sarah's hand with both of her own. )
I'm sorry. That— he's dead, obviously, and for talking shit about him. I'm really sorry.
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And then the next bit hits, settles in her head, and Sarissa closes her eyes for a second before she reaches out and takes one of Sarah's hands in her own. Her eyes stay shut tight, and she wraps up Sarah's hand with both of her own. )
I'm sorry. That— he's dead, obviously, and for talking shit about him. I'm really sorry.