[Jack's caught up enough in listening to the simple, lovely tune that his mind actually dismisses the first warped note as a childish warble, nothing more than the inexpert rough edges of a voice that he can already tell is going to mature into something beautiful. But Rue soldiers on and he feels his heart sink as word after word snarls deeper into misery, jawing numbly at his journal for a few seconds as she starts apologising to him, of all things.]
No- no, God, it's fine, really. [There's real distress in his voice, because hell, this is basically the exact opposite of what he was trying to bring about with this conversation. Besides, there's nothing like making a little girl cry even accidentally to make you feel like an absolute monster.] I am so sorry, I didn't . . . I didn't know
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No- no, God, it's fine, really. [There's real distress in his voice, because hell, this is basically the exact opposite of what he was trying to bring about with this conversation. Besides, there's nothing like making a little girl cry even accidentally to make you feel like an absolute monster.] I am so sorry, I didn't . . . I didn't know