[Soma wordlessly passes his letter to Heart. He can't bring himself to read it out loud, maybe out of some fragile semblance of control. One at a time, to the people who can handle it and who aren't freaking out as well.]
... I'm sorry I didn't tell you when we talked before. I... I couldn't....
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... I'm sorry I didn't tell you when we talked before. I... I couldn't....