[He caught the ball, still a little rattled by the story. He might have killed Robbie (and sort of David, even though he really didn't feel like that was his fault because he hadn't meant to, he'd slipped and kicked Luther in the face so it wasn't like he could have caught him), but he didn't like violence, hadn't been exposed to a lot of it. The fact that that sort of thing could just happen to a five year old kid was kind of horrifying, something you heard about on the news but never had to come in direct contact with it.]
Sorry. [And he doesn't really know how to ask this, so.] Who was she?
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Sorry. [And he doesn't really know how to ask this, so.] Who was she?