In a sense, yes. I doubt I could have recognized it as such at the time, but that does not mean those feelings ever truly left me.
[ If anything, they'd only served to feed the hatred he held towards both her and himself. A sick, miserable cycle of regret and fury; all providing weapons with which the dead could use to torment him. If he'd cared for her less, perhaps the knowledge of her sins would not have weighed so heavily, compounding his need for vengeance with the sting of perceived betrayal. ]
I apologize. It's a... disturbing thought, I know, considering the wounds we inflicted on each other during that time.
[ Unintentional though it may be, he wouldn't blame her for being unsettled by the correlation between those events and their current topic of discussion. ]
No, [she says softly as she raises their hands. He holds hers, but she cups her free hand over his. Now she holds him in her hands.]
There is no need to apologize. Your breakdown was intentional. It was planned. That's why I did not argue the truth at that time. And I feel as if maybe I know how to better accept your hate than I do your affection. I am not particularly well versed in receiving it. Or even having friends.
I never thought days like these would come again after I did what needed to be done.
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[ If anything, they'd only served to feed the hatred he held towards both her and himself. A sick, miserable cycle of regret and fury; all providing weapons with which the dead could use to torment him. If he'd cared for her less, perhaps the knowledge of her sins would not have weighed so heavily, compounding his need for vengeance with the sting of perceived betrayal. ]
I apologize. It's a... disturbing thought, I know, considering the wounds we inflicted on each other during that time.
[ Unintentional though it may be, he wouldn't blame her for being unsettled by the correlation between those events and their current topic of discussion. ]
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There is no need to apologize. Your breakdown was intentional. It was planned. That's why I did not argue the truth at that time. And I feel as if maybe I know how to better accept your hate than I do your affection. I am not particularly well versed in receiving it. Or even having friends.
I never thought days like these would come again after I did what needed to be done.