[He doesn't want to cry anymore, here, so he quiets, sniffles again, and lowers his hand to grab his chopstick again. It's hard to tell if he's tasting anything, the way he starts to shovel the food into his mouth.]
If-- if I knew that they'd be fine at home, I would've been okay with them leaving.
[Heartbroken, yes. But... nothing lasted. He knew that better than he knew anything else. And at least they would be safe.]
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If-- if I knew that they'd be fine at home, I would've been okay with them leaving.
[Heartbroken, yes. But... nothing lasted. He knew that better than he knew anything else. And at least they would be safe.]
Not knowing hurts.