Yeah, cause you were talking to me so nicely before I said that, weren't you.
[ As if she can criticize him for being mean to her when, in his mind, she'd pulled the trigger first. 'If you wanted to die, you should've just died by yourself.' Her words from back then still echo clear in his head, making an acrid sensation churn in the pit of his stomach, and Gen restlessly crosses his arms, fingers twisting into the fabric of his sleeves. It's not that she's wrong per se, but the fact that she'd dare to say that to his face, like she knows anything at all about his situation ...
Still, his tone of voice is more bitter than it is angry -- cold, and above all else, tired. He has neither the desire nor energy to start an actual fight with her right now, and he only lets his words linger for a moment before sighing. Though his brow furrows deeper, his tone of voice is reeled back to that weary deadpan when he speaks again. ]
... there's no reason. I'm not planning on doing anything with that information, or to you. S'just that I wanna know what happened. [ He slouches slightly further against the wall as he looks at her. ] Figured you wouldn't want me to keep thinking you were just that much of an idiot, either.
[ Or, what, is she so petty that she'd rather cling to her anger and let herself be seen as that much of a moron? It's not even like he actually really believes whatever happened to her is her fault. ]
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Yeah, cause you were talking to me so nicely before I said that, weren't you.
[ As if she can criticize him for being mean to her when, in his mind, she'd pulled the trigger first. 'If you wanted to die, you should've just died by yourself.' Her words from back then still echo clear in his head, making an acrid sensation churn in the pit of his stomach, and Gen restlessly crosses his arms, fingers twisting into the fabric of his sleeves. It's not that she's wrong per se, but the fact that she'd dare to say that to his face, like she knows anything at all about his situation ...
Still, his tone of voice is more bitter than it is angry -- cold, and above all else, tired. He has neither the desire nor energy to start an actual fight with her right now, and he only lets his words linger for a moment before sighing. Though his brow furrows deeper, his tone of voice is reeled back to that weary deadpan when he speaks again. ]
... there's no reason. I'm not planning on doing anything with that information, or to you. S'just that I wanna know what happened. [ He slouches slightly further against the wall as he looks at her. ] Figured you wouldn't want me to keep thinking you were just that much of an idiot, either.
[ Or, what, is she so petty that she'd rather cling to her anger and let herself be seen as that much of a moron? It's not even like he actually really believes whatever happened to her is her fault. ]