[Shaw hadn't thought of what she'd been doing as comforting him, but - maybe it had been, in a way. But it certainly hadn't been blindly done, or done solely for the purpose of making him feel better, and so she feels the urge to do it again here: to tell him, completely truthfully, that she doesn't blame him, that they'd all fucked up in various ways, that the entire situation was too big and too complicated to lay at the feet of any one person. Not foreseeing a completely unpredictable consequence years or even decades in advance is not a personal failing.
But it's not as if he doesn't know that, and she doesn't want to get into a tortuous back-and-forth where she tries to convince him of a logic that he understands, but that his guilt won't let him accept. And though she doesn't have personal experience with guilt, she thinks that maybe it's an okay thing for him to sit with a little. Maybe it's not something to be excised, but something to be worked through.]
Okay.
[She says, knotting her fingers together as she studies him.]
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But it's not as if he doesn't know that, and she doesn't want to get into a tortuous back-and-forth where she tries to convince him of a logic that he understands, but that his guilt won't let him accept. And though she doesn't have personal experience with guilt, she thinks that maybe it's an okay thing for him to sit with a little. Maybe it's not something to be excised, but something to be worked through.]
Okay.
[She says, knotting her fingers together as she studies him.]
Okay, thanks.