[He doesn't know what to do with this. He can only imagine what it would be like to be on the other side of this, and he doesn't want to let this drive them all apart even now that it's done. There isn't anything that makes this better, though. What's he going to request? "Don't talk to me because the sound of your voice makes me feel like I'm going to die"? There's a delay again, though nowhere near as long as the last one.]
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Don't let Magenta hurt you.