[ Her eyes are wet and Athos is struck by the thought that he simply does not know what to do. She is the girl he knew in his youth, when he was Olivier and not Athos, when smiles and comfort came easy to him. Now he is a statue in leather, weary and worn down.
He wants a drink so badly. ]
I am sorry. [ There is little emotion in his voice, it's cut off at the edges. Thomas had been everything to him from an early age and now he lives in a world without him, one where the memories of him are tainted and ruined by what Anne has told him. ]
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He wants a drink so badly. ]
I am sorry. [ There is little emotion in his voice, it's cut off at the edges. Thomas had been everything to him from an early age and now he lives in a world without him, one where the memories of him are tainted and ruined by what Anne has told him. ]