He said nothing. Just stared. He couldn't speak. The most awful look I'd ever seen on his face--the most pain. He turned his face away. A small sound like the groan of an animal. An echo of the night he ran away, bleeding.
I turned his face back, made him look in my eyes. Look at me, listen to me: you did not do this. It happened. It happened to us. A mistake was made, by both of us. Terrible mistakes get made. Awful things happen to people, randomly. I do not blame you. I have it. It is a fact, and I will live with it.
Don't die, Robin. Don't die. His eyes close; he can't look at me anymore, even though all he sees is light and shadow.
I don't plan to die. I will do my best not to, not for a long time. I've learned a lot. I'll learn more. Time is on my side.
Later
It was Mac who seemed to reach him. I don't know what he said. Forgivness? Absolution? If there is no blame, why would it be needed? I guess we all need it.
Stone looks peaceful now. Closure.
