[Eight tries to take a slow, wheezing breath as the coughing subsides, taking the glass with a grateful nod. There is a moment's quiet as he waits for his breathing to go back to normal before he speaks again.]
I'm sorry, Alice.
[He supposes it doesn't matter what he means. Not anymore.]
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I'm sorry, Alice.
[He supposes it doesn't matter what he means. Not anymore.]