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Mad Eye Touz 
Plymouth's face quickly went from confused concern to TOTAL HORROR. She... was crying????? Every tear might has well have been a drop of poison to Plymouth. They killed him all the same. It was hard to concentrate on what she was saying with the little death drips running down her cheeks, but Plymouth was listening.
"I did something wrong?" Plymouth offered her his sleeve to wipe her face on. He was BEGGING her with his eyes to stop crying. BEGGING desperately.
"No! You never do anything wrong! I do! You are wonderful and perfect and amazing and you make me laugh and smile like nobody else can." Cela wiped her eyes on his offered sleeve and bit her lip to stop it from quivering.
After a moment she took a deep breath, "I have to... we have to... I have to... I, I, I,"
Sniff. Sob. Gulp.