[He approaches the bars quietly, letting the fingers of one hand wrap around one of them while he tries to sort out what to do with this; after a while he seems to decide on just allowing himself to be unsure. He's never been good with displays of emotion - either his own or other people's - and this isn't really an exception; when he finds something else to say, it's...awkward, but it's something.]
You haven't failed me. I don't want you to die believing that.
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You haven't failed me. I don't want you to die believing that.