[He said no more as he looked away. He didn't have to; his tone of voice said it for him. People could tell him that it wasn't his fault all they wanted, until they were blue in the face, but he would still feel responsible, couldn't help it. He hadn't had the pleasure of knowing Christina and Lichtendal, but other people had. People who were his friends. He didn't usually stick around to see the consequences of things; it always cut too deep after so many times. And this was it right up close and personal. Grief was such a private, such a personal thing that even just sitting in the same room suddenly felt like an intrusion.]
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Date: 2009-02-14 02:15 am (UTC)[He said no more as he looked away. He didn't have to; his tone of voice said it for him. People could tell him that it wasn't his fault all they wanted, until they were blue in the face, but he would still feel responsible, couldn't help it. He hadn't had the pleasure of knowing Christina and Lichtendal, but other people had. People who were his friends. He didn't usually stick around to see the consequences of things; it always cut too deep after so many times. And this was it right up close and personal. Grief was such a private, such a personal thing that even just sitting in the same room suddenly felt like an intrusion.]