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"I can't– I can't change, Ranboo."
"Hmm."
"I can't change. The– nothing can change, Ranboo. It all stays. And innocent people, get caught in the crossfire–"
"Yeah. They do."
"If you could forgive me," and Wilbur is crying now, "it still wouldn't–" he breaks off.
"It wouldn't."
"You–" says Wilbur, gasps, wipes a tear, "you can't forgive me. You're not even Ranboo."
"No," Ranboo's mind agrees noncommittally. The wind throws its sheet. It can't feel, sure, but bitterness is something the Mind knows better than the Soul sometimes. Dead and wrapped as it is, though, it doesn't see the need.
