George got up and headed to the kitchen, passing by Wrath. He nudged her gently with his hip and laid a quick kiss on her cheek before grabbing a water bottle.
"It's not your fault, Patty," George said when he returned to his brother. "You're sick, that's not your fault."
It's yours, whispered a little voice in George's head that he was fairly sure was his conscience.
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Date: 2013-01-30 08:00 pm (UTC)"It's not your fault, Patty," George said when he returned to his brother. "You're sick, that's not your fault."
It's yours, whispered a little voice in George's head that he was fairly sure was his conscience.