[Caitlyn's hand finds Clara's, squeezing gently as she hears the other woman's voice thicken. She listens carefully, cataloguing all this new information, slotting into the information she already had, reassessing assumptions she had made, as even in her grief her mind doesn't want to stop trying to understand, to figure out.]
I would have done the same thing. [She speaks softly, but sincerely. She can't imagine letting someone she loves die if there were any way to save them, whatever they wanted.]
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I would have done the same thing. [She speaks softly, but sincerely. She can't imagine letting someone she loves die if there were any way to save them, whatever they wanted.]