Some part of them wants to rail at that. You're cheating. Isn't it too simple to say - to say that you can't really know what you deserve, because it's so varied, because everything spun apart and fragmented in a way that makes it impossible to truly blame someone for what happened?

Or are they just too eager to find someone to blame?

The back of their hand creeps up to the corner of one eye, rubbing at the streak of warmth that his words have engendered, intentionally or no.

"Then - " The word stutters and clips into silence, and they have to try again. "Then what...can we give each other?"