[The reluctance in Casey's expression is palpable, but he nods. He knows how this works.]
If we don't talk about it and express remorse, we're stuck here. That's... fine. It's not as if I'm not... sorry. And mine's not false.
[He's just delaying, he knows. He wants to ask what Donnie's is, but that's just cowardice, isn't it? He's afraid of this conversation. He's been afraid of this conversation, in the back of his mind, since Day 1. But it has to happen, and now's the time.
He slides the paper back towards himself, turning it over. The words are so ugly... like the act itself.]
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If we don't talk about it and express remorse, we're stuck here. That's... fine. It's not as if I'm not... sorry. And mine's not false.
[He's just delaying, he knows. He wants to ask what Donnie's is, but that's just cowardice, isn't it? He's afraid of this conversation. He's been afraid of this conversation, in the back of his mind, since Day 1. But it has to happen, and now's the time.
He slides the paper back towards himself, turning it over. The words are so ugly... like the act itself.]
...it's... when I closed the portal.