[ Oh, no. The tightness clenches painfully in Sam's stomach, and the guilt swells, threatening to pour out of his mouth in endless apologies. And it probably will, sooner, rather than later. But he has to hold it together. At least, for now. ]
... Right. [ It's a little choked, when the word comes out, and he quickly clears his throat. ]
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... Right. [ It's a little choked, when the word comes out, and he quickly clears his throat. ]
Could I-- who were they?