"I'm sorry," Sabrina says, in a tiny voice, standing there with blood on her hands, on the countertop in front of her, her magic failing and everything falling apart.
Only Charlie's touch keeps her from trying it again, has her setting the knife down. For a moment, it's also the only thing that keeps her from believing she's standing before the closed Gates of Hell, knowing that Nick is gone, out of her reach.
She looks over at Rosie, and feels in a way before that she's brought so much hurt to her, that the world with Greendale had only had the power to hurt Rosie and ruin things because Sabrina is always a carrier of sorrow.
Does Rosie even want her comfort? All of Sabrina's feelings are behind the Gates now, as if she's heard them close. She moves forward, bringing Charlie with her as she attempts to pull Rosie close. "I'm sorry, Rosie, I'm sorry."
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Only Charlie's touch keeps her from trying it again, has her setting the knife down. For a moment, it's also the only thing that keeps her from believing she's standing before the closed Gates of Hell, knowing that Nick is gone, out of her reach.
She looks over at Rosie, and feels in a way before that she's brought so much hurt to her, that the world with Greendale had only had the power to hurt Rosie and ruin things because Sabrina is always a carrier of sorrow.
Does Rosie even want her comfort? All of Sabrina's feelings are behind the Gates now, as if she's heard them close. She moves forward, bringing Charlie with her as she attempts to pull Rosie close. "I'm sorry, Rosie, I'm sorry."