[Under different circumstances, that might be sort of weirdly comforting to hear, if strange and foreign and kind of alarming. But right now he just feels like he's been punched in the chest.
He screwed up. He wasn't supposed to let this happen, he wasn't supposed to let anyone become actually invested in what happens to him, but he messed up and he let it happen and now...
Ginko glances only briefly at Heather, and he cringes at the look on her face and stares at the ground instead, his shoulders pulling up until they almost brush the tips of his drooping ears.]
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He screwed up. He wasn't supposed to let this happen, he wasn't supposed to let anyone become actually invested in what happens to him, but he messed up and he let it happen and now...
Ginko glances only briefly at Heather, and he cringes at the look on her face and stares at the ground instead, his shoulders pulling up until they almost brush the tips of his drooping ears.]
...I'm sorry.