[It wouldn't have felt honest, and they both deserve better than just empty placations and "there, there". Ultimately, even if it softened the blow somewhat, no matter when he told Justice, it would have sucked. There was no getting around it, and that's the worst bit.]

You did the best you could. You deserved to have time to think on it and try to find a way to tell him. Maker willing, maybe someday he'll understand that.

[She swishes her feet in the water. She lifts up one of her legs, watching as the water runs off of it, glistening faintly in the dim lighting of the pool room.]

Sometimes we do our best and it's just not enough. Life won't allow it. Could it have gone better? Maybe. I really don't know, but maybe. I do know it could have gone a lot worse.