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The words from Marcella's mouth stung him. He knew she had been reading his thoughts, but she didn't seem to care that he would need time before doing battle with her again. Snape closed his eyes and sighed, putting a hand to the back of his head in a vain attempt to dull the aching throb. His palm was red when he finally lowered his hand. Looking down at it, he recalled hitting her and how he had been so afraid of having her blood on his hands. Looking back to Marcella, who was still looking at him with that pleading expression, he spoke. "I came here to apologize to you for my actions earlier," he said, holding his hand away from his robes, even though they were already spattered with blood.
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