"Natalya," he starts, voice soft. He hasn't felt like he's intruded yet, this whole ritual playing out with him on the sidelines, a respectful observer. He feels honored that Natalya's let him in this far, to see this, to share this with her in a little way. But he can't hold his tongue against how wrong this particular piece, this sentiment, feels. He's careful not to push too hard at first, but he says it anyway.
"You said they died in the crash. Not being able to save them... that's not the same as needing forgiveness. You tried. I'm sure you tried your best, which is better than most people's best. How can they forgive you when you've done nothing wrong?"
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Date: 2011-09-23 08:19 am (UTC)"You said they died in the crash. Not being able to save them... that's not the same as needing forgiveness. You tried. I'm sure you tried your best, which is better than most people's best. How can they forgive you when you've done nothing wrong?"