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He held her hand to his face. He wanted... he needed as much contact with her as he could right now. "It's no less than I deserve," he said, staring at the table. Then, he looked up at her and brushed the tears from her face and smiled at her. Those were his girls. They were fighters. "I know you'll try. But, don't worry about me when you fail. I'll be okay," he lied. Snape didn't think he could stand it in here another minute. Even as he sat there, gazing at Marcella, the images of the things he had seen and done danced in the forefront of his mind.
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