[After a moment of trying to look anywhere but the evaporating skin on the floor, Bertholdt meets Ryan's gaze... and then just presses forward to push his face into his shoulder, hiding from what's happening and trying not to cry beyond the tears still stinging in his eyes.]
I knew.... i-it might happen... That it-- was going to happen b-but... I-I tried to... prepare myself... b-but I...
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I knew.... i-it might happen... That it-- was going to happen b-but... I-I tried to... prepare myself... b-but I...