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[ There's so much else Luther could say but can't, won't. That he had seen that moment again when the Chalice had rewound the film of his life and paused over his greatest regrets. That he still thought some kind of mitigation was the right idea, but where he had gone wrong was the abject betrayal. Not tackling it together. Not talking to her about it first. That she had come to him looking for solace, for help, had collapsed into his arms with sobbing relief, thinking that her big brother was finally listening—

And he had betrayed her.

It's a line he can't uncross, a bridge he can't walk back over, but. He's trying, in some way. And it's almost a surprise when Vanya actually answers. He'd almost been expecting her to just read it and delete it. Skitter away. ]

I honestly don't know.