Simon makes a tiny sound halfway between a sob and a bitter laugh. "Wha' for? We're dead."
A pause, and he hears his own words a moment too late. He pulls a hand across his face, closes it into a trembling loose fist, presses it hard against his mouth. "'m sorry. Sh'n't've said that. Di'n't mean to ... 'm sorry."
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Date: 2006-06-26 03:34 am (UTC)A pause, and he hears his own words a moment too late. He pulls a hand across his face, closes it into a trembling loose fist, presses it hard against his mouth. "'m sorry. Sh'n't've said that. Di'n't mean to ... 'm sorry."