[ His breath is quick and painful sounding, but he agrees. He can't. They can't. For Mercy, he has to slow down. He has to try, for her, but he isn't sure he can. He isn't built that way, he doesn't know if he has it in him to be selfless like that, it's not a natural thing. It was natural for her. Was.
Royce slowly sets Gwen down on the bed. Evens out. Don't break right now. Later.
His voice is flat. ] Mercy. Your mother, she's.
[ He can't say it, but Mercy understands, and immediately bursts into tears with a little wail, and Royce flinches at the sound, movement stuttering between holding Gwen and instinctively gathering his daughter up and holding her. ]
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Royce slowly sets Gwen down on the bed. Evens out. Don't break right now. Later.
His voice is flat. ] Mercy. Your mother, she's.
[ He can't say it, but Mercy understands, and immediately bursts into tears with a little wail, and Royce flinches at the sound, movement stuttering between holding Gwen and instinctively gathering his daughter up and holding her. ]