[When her fingers brush his cheek, a tear slides out from his eye, tracing itself along her finger, mixing with the blood. His powers-- they're not there. He can't do anything.]
No, Martel, I... [A few more tears fall. He takes a shaky breath.] I'm... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
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No, Martel, I... [A few more tears fall. He takes a shaky breath.] I'm... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.