[He means it, but the truth is the apology leaves him too quickly for him to be entirely sure what he's sorry about. Is this about what he did, or the unfortunate fact that Fiddleford understands? Is it a little bit of both?
Marco takes a deep breath and his chest hurts.]
I-I won't... I want to say I'll never do anything like this again, but-- but I already promised that before, didn't I? And... And I still did it.
[It takes some effort to look Fiddleford directly in the eye, but he does it.
Sometimes, Marco's face isn't quite in tune with what he's feeling - through no fault or deliberate attempt of his own, but as part of the whole package of things that have gone a little bit askew in his brain. Here, his expression isn't what one might call anguished, by any means, but his eyes are on the verge of bursting into tears.]
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[He means it, but the truth is the apology leaves him too quickly for him to be entirely sure what he's sorry about. Is this about what he did, or the unfortunate fact that Fiddleford understands? Is it a little bit of both?
Marco takes a deep breath and his chest hurts.]
I-I won't... I want to say I'll never do anything like this again, but-- but I already promised that before, didn't I? And... And I still did it.
[It takes some effort to look Fiddleford directly in the eye, but he does it.
Sometimes, Marco's face isn't quite in tune with what he's feeling - through no fault or deliberate attempt of his own, but as part of the whole package of things that have gone a little bit askew in his brain. Here, his expression isn't what one might call anguished, by any means, but his eyes are on the verge of bursting into tears.]