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[@Silvan Haven][@Crimmy][@Write][@Plank Sinatra][/center]

Oh.

Ooooooooh.

That...

That was very different.

I averted my eyes shamefully. This conversation was just one glaring blunder after another on my end, wasn't it? This was why I needed sleep, I concluded, I became dangerously slow-witted even compared to my normal self once I reached a state of physical and mental exhaustion.

Or maybe, on the other hand, I was naturally unfortunate. Conversations being a two-way street meant that half of it was also me trying to pick up what was being put down...

Okay, no, I knew that was the wrong way of going about this. It had nothing to do with my nebulously defined concept of "luck" or anything wrong on her part. It was entirely more shameful, really, to try and hide from or excuse away your own mistakes.

The bare facts are such: I had no idea of the mine I'd just stepped on. However, nonetheless, I still ended up triggering it all the same. Where does someone proceed from here?

[b]"Sorry."[/b] I replied, after the natural awkward pause had more than run its course. [b]"I'm sure you did everything you could."[/b]

Someone deals with the consequences of stepping on the mine, knowingly or not.