Ennis' own eyes are bright, but his tears aren't unshed. He doesn't even realize that his shirt is wet, and he turns his face down, swallowing, looking at the glinting piece of metal in his hand.
"I'm sorry."
And it might be to River, and it might be to Jack, and it might be to neither.
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Date: 2006-06-07 12:11 am (UTC)"I'm sorry."
And it might be to River, and it might be to Jack, and it might be to neither.