"Why didn't you save her?" she lashed out at him.
"I —" She threw her fist, and he caught her wrist gently.
"How dare you show your face, you swine! Why did you even come?" she shouted, struggling against his grip.
He felt a spark of anger, for if anyone else had spoken to him in that way, he would have struck him until he could no longer stand. But it was the girl he was facing right now.
"Why," she sobbed. "Why did it have to be her? Why didn't you save her?" She swiped weakly at his chest.
"I couldn't," he said, putting his arms around her. She was so cold and only bones.
The girl buried her face into his coat, her shoulders shaking. Her cheek pressed against his racing heart.
"I'm sorry," he murmured. "I'm so sorry."