[He recoils slightly from the tiny device, even though she's shrunk down and quieter through the digitization than she would be in person. After a moment, William comes back again, his fingers emerging huge in the view of the lens for a moment, adjusting it so that he can see her differently.
She's too far away to scare him for more than a moment. And for better or worse, he doesn't-- can't feel guilty for making her shout.] But you didn't know, [he says.] You did your best. Sometimes you can't fucking know. [But then there's a staccato instant after, where his brow furrows, he's reminded by her crew number on his screen how long she's been here.
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She's too far away to scare him for more than a moment. And for better or worse, he doesn't-- can't feel guilty for making her shout.] But you didn't know, [he says.] You did your best. Sometimes you can't fucking know. [But then there's a staccato instant after, where his brow furrows, he's reminded by her crew number on his screen how long she's been here.
And he asks:] Did you?