It's my fault," I said softly. I touched his face, the thick brows, wide mouth, and the sprouting stubble along the clean,long jaw. "Mine. If I hadn't come...and told you what would happen..." I felt a true sorrow for his corruption, and shared a sense of loss for the naïve, gallant lad he had been. And yet...what choice had either of us truly had, being who we were? I had had to tell him, and he had had to act on it.
( Diana Gabaldon )
[ Dragonfly in Amber ]
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