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[It took all of her willpower to hold back her mothering instincts and simply wrap him in her arms...but he wasn't her son. He didn't want her love; not that she could simply turn off her feelings, but she'd try to keep herself from smothering him.

Hearing his broken voice, it was even harder to keep from hugging him, her hands fisting tightly in her dress. It wasn't his fault that he'd died. If anything, it was hers. She'd been so...depressed; she fell back on making sure that no one else got hurt.]

They don't blame you. There's no way that they could...it was just something thing that happened.

Think about it this way. You're back. You can make it up to them if it makes you feel so bad.