[He wouldn't stop talking. Maketh leans against Henry, closing her eyes again. It's hard to think clearly. She doesn't know why. The whole situation feels oddly removed, as if it's happening to a stranger and she's observing through dirty glass. How strange.]
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[He wouldn't stop talking. Maketh leans against Henry, closing her eyes again. It's hard to think clearly. She doesn't know why. The whole situation feels oddly removed, as if it's happening to a stranger and she's observing through dirty glass. How strange.]
I didn't hurt him. I just wanted him to go.