That doesn't make sense, the him-to-me, and even more it's not fair, no matter how or who-what plays out, and worst: worst of all is that pained almost bitter sound behind all the words coming out of his familiar, scarred up face. The one that cuts into her chest every time he speaks.

What come out is even more jumbled, if no less straight from the heart: "I'm sorry. This is all--" So much. On top of meeting her own evil worldself, this was almost as bad. "--but that never should have happened, not to you. I'm sorry--"

Not to anyone, but not to him. Like she should have known before.
Somehow. Been there. Known. Could have helped. Stopped whatever this is.