[ Mary is a child. Assassin assumed that she wouldn't understand what he meant, and that she would only take them for the ramblings for an adult who's seen more than she ever has. But when she speaks, he can tell it's coming from a place far wiser, or perhaps, far broken than he imagined.
His hand reaches out to pat her head, for once. His voice is just as soft. ]
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His hand reaches out to pat her head, for once. His voice is just as soft. ]
I wish I knew, Mary. I wish I knew.