[There are no words of encouragement that he can give that she hasn't already heard. 'Maybe someday they'll be back' or 'next time things will be different' or 'when you leave here, you won't remember anything so it won't have to hurt you anymore'. Words like that are meaningless because they don't solve anything. Hope is useless without action, and loss of that hope is worse than death.
He reaches out and places a hand on the back of her head, comfortingly, he hopes.]
Nill...
[He glances down to her trembling hands, finally noticing the cuts on them, though he doesn't notice the stain on his jacket at all.]
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He reaches out and places a hand on the back of her head, comfortingly, he hopes.]
Nill...
[He glances down to her trembling hands, finally noticing the cuts on them, though he doesn't notice the stain on his jacket at all.]
Your hands -