I'm Sorry That Your Life Turned Out This Way

It is her cries that he can support. His body against hers holding her as she tries to let everything go. It is like a tranference. Taking her pain from her. He wants her to be okay, and he can watch her fall apart. He can watch her be a mess because that is all he is, though, he must admit he could feel the anger bubble back to the surface and as he holds her as he tries to comfort her with his warmth alone a growl rumbles in his chest, "Never," never would she be a failure and he wants to tear apart anything that dare make her say that. Never would those words come from her mouth again. Never would he let her feel so used again, "You can not fail. You can only overcome an obstacle. And by whatever gods you are so hell damned to believe in...speak it again and I'll overtake them to show you your worth. If they make you feel worthless then damn them," it has been so long since he has spoken so passionately and so much but here it was and there he was laying it on the table. He couldn't ask for more or less--he only gives his best.