... I... I s-see... [He almost whispers it, not even so much a sentence as a disjointed murmuring, as he stands up, swaying slightly. He's shaking like a leaf in a windstorm, and being sick isn't helping stave off the sudden gut-wrenching fear that once again he's ruined everything.
But his face is nearly expressionless, despite the trembling of his body.]
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... I... I s-see... [He almost whispers it, not even so much a sentence as a disjointed murmuring, as he stands up, swaying slightly. He's shaking like a leaf in a windstorm, and being sick isn't helping stave off the sudden gut-wrenching fear that once again he's ruined everything.
But his face is nearly expressionless, despite the trembling of his body.]