[He wilts a little, suddenly feeling that wash of guilt he knew was coming. He's running the full spectrum here, Wing. Excuse him. His face ducks into white armor and there's sort of a pathetic, mournful sound.]
Wing. I got you killed.
[He doesn't even know where to begin. "Sorry" doesn't cover it, but damn he'll try.]
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Wing. I got you killed.
[He doesn't even know where to begin. "Sorry" doesn't cover it, but damn he'll try.]
I'm. So glad to see you. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.