[ This, he says it with no ill-intent, and something turns in Abbacchio's stomach all the same. He is a man, had a life, maybe he wasn't a good person, but Abbacchio took that away. Hands grip the rungs on the ladder tightly, he can't stay here, he needs to start climbing, he needs to move. ]
… I'm sorry, for making you do this.
[ Before Jonathan has the chance to insist an apology is not needed, that Abbacchio isn't making him do anything, he begins climbing, turning his back on the corpse as much as he is inadvertently doing the same to Jonathan. ]
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… I'm sorry, for making you do this.
[ Before Jonathan has the chance to insist an apology is not needed, that Abbacchio isn't making him do anything, he begins climbing, turning his back on the corpse as much as he is inadvertently doing the same to Jonathan. ]