Weaver of Shadows
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“Yes I did. Look at your hand. My fault. And she’s wrong.”
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“No. It’s me. Everything is wrong with me, and I make everything wrong for everyone else I’m with.”
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“Everything.”
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He hesitated, then sat next to her.
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“I promise.”
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“I’ll rest too.”
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“You need to rest. Close your eyes.”
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“Ok, I can take you to my dorm room.” He carried her there, a short walk away, then set her down on his bed. He grabbed a shirt and put it on.
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“…ok.” He gently picked her up. “Where should we go.”
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“What? What’s wrong?”
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“I don’t think you should move. Can I make you more comfortable?”
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“I don’t want you to move, it won’t be good for you. We can rest here.”
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He sat next to her. “I’ll rest with you.”
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“Listen to yourself. You need to rest. I really am ok, with you here.” It hurt him to lie like that, but he needed her to sleep. He couldn’t do it in front of her. He gave no sign of that lie as he said it though.
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“I’m fine. You need to rest.”
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“I am.”
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“No, I won’t.” I’ll do it after you’re asleep so you don’t have to see.
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“Because of me. All of it’s because of me. Now you see that I’m right.”
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“I’m sorry. This is all my fault.”
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“Yes.” He grabbed the bandages and neatly wrapped up the wound.
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Daniel looked down at his handiwork. The stitches were uneven, but they were helping.
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He did so.
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“I did.”
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“Which is that?”
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He did so, washing his hands with the canteen.
