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She took a shaky breath before responding.
"Lexx wasn't supposed to die last night. I can't tell you how exactly I know this without also saying what exactly I am, and if I say what I am, then that would put a target on me. But... to put it vaguely, I used my ability, and now Lexx is dead." She paused for a few moments. "I was only trying to help, but instead I- I got him killed."
[[ oh boy ]]
Wes stared at her and let those words sink in.
Meaning well, but still failing. Getting someone else killed because of your own foolish mistakes...living with that weight afterwards...carrying it wherever you go...
It was a suffocating, devastating kind of guilt, and even here in this strange reality, it haunted him.
And in that moment, he understood.
“It’s alright,” he said quietly. “You tried. Your heart was in the right place.”
But you still failed, a voice silently snickered. Wes held back a snarl and shoved the voice out of his head. This wasn’t about him and his past mistakes, not right now. This was about Chappie. And Chappie was innocent. He was certain of that now.