[Kyna isn't sure how to respond to that at first. It strikes her as... self-centered, almost. Not necessarily in a selfish way, but like he's hinging everything that went wrong on his presence in a way that strikes her as unrealistic. If the Aerie had been some sort of weird dream he'd conjured by himself, yeah, sure, she'd buy that. But it seemed like something that influenced all of them, and maybe was influenced by all of them, not just Sam. It seems silly for him to apologize for something he was swept along in just like the rest of them were.
She doesn't know how to articulate that, though, or even if she should. She mulls it over for a second instead, head tilting unconsciously.]
Screwed over how? Like... just because you're there? Or because... Because of what you do?
[His job, she means, or the world he's caught up in.
And then, of course, there's that part of her that helpfully supplies an image of Dean sliding a knife into Lance's gut. Maybe that's not fair to think about, and she's been trying very hard not to think about it, but what if that's the sort of thing Sam means? It isn't, right?]
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She doesn't know how to articulate that, though, or even if she should. She mulls it over for a second instead, head tilting unconsciously.]
Screwed over how? Like... just because you're there? Or because... Because of what you do?
[His job, she means, or the world he's caught up in.
And then, of course, there's that part of her that helpfully supplies an image of Dean sliding a knife into Lance's gut. Maybe that's not fair to think about, and she's been trying very hard not to think about it, but what if that's the sort of thing Sam means? It isn't, right?]