"-sorry."
"You've been saying that a lot lately.""
You know what he means. You know that you've been saying it a lot. You know it seems like the only thing that comes out of your mouth lately. That and lies. Apologizes and lies. When did it comes to this?
You hate yourself more then ever. Even your grief and disgust at yourself over Jess's death doesn't compare to what you feel now. You see the betrayal in his, you see the way he looks at you like he suddenly doesn't know you anymore. And you hate yourself.
The demon talked about what you and Ruby did in the dark. In boils your blood…because in the dark you were never reaching for her. In the dark you felt your brother that you'd lost.
But it's another thing you're sorry for…another thing you can't tell but you know he knows. You know he sees the scars in his eyes as easily as you see the ones on his body.
More then anything, more then Ruby, or your powers, or even failing him, you're sorry for the way it is right now. You're sorry that despite you're deepest urges you don't reach over and pull him against your chest. You're sorry that you don't run your hands over his body and comfort him in the way that's all too easy to you both.
"Sorry."
You know it's never enough-but it's all you seem to be able to say. Because it'll never be enough, it'll never go back, and it's all you've got.