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With a pensive look, Cabanela takes the gun.
"This is evidence. Are you sure?" His eyes, filled with doubt, seek out Jowd's, finding pain deep within those blue pools.
"You made a mistake, that's all. I know you won't let it happen again."
"But... I'm the reason that man escaped. Because of that, he died, and that poor little girl was traumatised." Cabanela puts a hand to his forehead.
Jowd slowly shakes his head. "You might have given him the means to escape, but I'm the one who drove him to take that girl hostage. I killed him with my own hands."
"That's nonsense, Jowd. He was killed by a meteorite."
"But I would've shot him." Jowd's voice is little more than a whisper. "I was already a murderer at that point. It's all my fault."
"Jowd." Cabanela sighs. "Don't do this to yourself. Look, we both messed up, okay? But you're not a murderer."
Jowd remains silent. Cabanela studies his gaunt face. It pains him to see Jowd like this, and he knows just how he's feeling.
"Alright. If you insist, let's keep this between us."
Jowd nods. "It's the least I could do for you, my dear friend."