[He takes a step back from Elle, shaking his head.]
It's a farce. Nothing more.
[Because if he learns more, it'll hurt more, he doesn't want to hurt, it's ugly selfishness, he loathes it, but that's the only way he's ever learned to...
He needs his heart again. He needs that half. So the hurt can go away. So he can heal more easily.]
... You got mad.
[He finally looks at her. There's no emotion left in his eyes.]
I will leave.
[His words, so close to being more natural seem to have reverted to those short phrases, the ones that cut to the chase and are downright brutish.]
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[He takes a step back from Elle, shaking his head.]
It's a farce. Nothing more.
[Because if he learns more, it'll hurt more, he doesn't want to hurt, it's ugly selfishness, he loathes it, but that's the only way he's ever learned to...
He needs his heart again. He needs that half. So the hurt can go away. So he can heal more easily.]
... You got mad.
[He finally looks at her. There's no emotion left in his eyes.]
I will leave.
[His words, so close to being more natural seem to have reverted to those short phrases, the ones that cut to the chase and are downright brutish.]