[Balance... no wonder he's struggling with it. He's never been very good at that sort of thing. His life tends to wobble between 0 to 100 with little in between. This place is still the most normal he's ever been, and that's saying a lot. Especially considering the weirdness they'd just experienced, walking through the soulspace of his (and her?) crystal.
Maybe this is where best to start, though, while she's supporting him and here to set him straight if he wavers. So after a moment of hesitation, he says quietly, cautiously,]
It's not my fault. [-And waits for something to happen, for the memories to rush in or the headache to come or something, magical or otherwise, to punish him for rebelling against that persistent self-deprecation the crystal seems to have manifested in him.
And when nothing happens, he tries again, more firmly,] It's not my fault.
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Maybe this is where best to start, though, while she's supporting him and here to set him straight if he wavers. So after a moment of hesitation, he says quietly, cautiously,]
It's not my fault. [-And waits for something to happen, for the memories to rush in or the headache to come or something, magical or otherwise, to punish him for rebelling against that persistent self-deprecation the crystal seems to have manifested in him.
And when nothing happens, he tries again, more firmly,] It's not my fault.