Interpret this how you want, it's just something I wrote.
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"You shouldn't feel guilty. They sacrificed themselves, they knew what they were getting into, little bird.? The purring voice came from all directions, the tone sinking into the already clouded atmosphere.

There was a small almost inaudible whimper before the sorrowful whisper: "But I am. It is my fault they are now dead. Now the others have left, except for you."

The purring voice grew very quiet, then it seemed to come back fairly manipulative, "I would never leave, my little bird. I am not like the others."

"Yes, yes, I know this. But, I can never pay you back, so be gone then. There is nothing for you here."

You can practically hear the grin as the purring, coaxing voice retorted: "oh but little bird, you can."

A sniffle. "H-How?"

The mischievous voice was closer and held out a hand, cooing as it did so, "take my hand, child. I will tell you what you can pay me with."