CLARET | pound of flesh

[ There's no blame in Claret's voice and there never is. Not when it comes to him. She shrugs, awkwardly, one of her shoulders lifting and then falling again as she picks at something underneath one nail. ]

Sometimes people can't help it— y'know? Doesn't mean it's their fault.

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