we collect mistakes
"You didn't do anything wrong." "No, Raz, I didn't do anything, and that's the problem. I… I—!" Cicero stops mid-stride, digging his hands into his hair and tugging at the roots. "I allowed this to happen because I didn't stop him. I gave him access to the Hall of Bearings, I didn’t tell anyone when he started siphoning the Mascherines, I couldn’t even— I couldn’t…" Razitof steps in to close the distance, grabbing Cicero's shoulder before he can resume pacing or succumb to something more self destructive. "You are not responsible for your brother's actions." He winces as the words leave his mouth, realizing the thin layer of irony in saying this, but thankfully Cicero doesn’t call him out on it. (Razitof and Cicero say goodbye.)
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