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[ Mako is quiet for a long, long moment.

His face shifts probably five times, from sadness to frustration to anger, all over the place.

He doesn't know how to do what Wu is asking him to. Those memories are like a pit inside him, twisting and black, too painful to touch.

Finally, he says, in a small voice, holding Wu's eyes: ] If I. Let myself talk about this.

I don't.

[ Mako has to drag in a steadying breath halfway through his sentence, makes himself keep holding Wu's eyes. ]

I don't know if I can stop. Feeling it.

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