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[palissant]

[No response can be gained via comms. He isn't interested in making himself available that way.

If you want him, come find him.]

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[escapeartiste]

There's a quiet sniffle as she looks down at her device, thumb rubbing at the side of it. She gives a very slow nod in understanding. It takes her time to type again.

I'm sorry, Verso.

I just wanted us to be happy but

I messed that up and

hurt you instead.

I'm truly sorry. If I

If this makes you happy then I'll do it.

And once more for good measure.

I'm sorry.

She'll offer that much and then turn to head back to the door to leave.

[palissant]

"I was broken in ways you could never fix long before you knew me."

She just made it so much worse. One of his hands curls tight around the arm of the chair, his knuckles whitening. The apologies are like ice through his veins. He wants to believe she means it, but he can't.

And he won't be happy, he'll just be gone. And that's fine.

[escapeartiste]

That hurts to hear and she glances back, saddened with pity, and then she leaves.