she doesn't say anything else - it's not like she could know what he's thinking. she can't explain herself if he won't give her the chance to, can't change his opinion about the kind of person she is. he's already decided. and it's not like he'd be interested in hearing her talk anyway, so. she shuts up.
[It's hard to say how he feels about any of it; he's still turned away from her, but if she's looking at his face at all, his expression is stoic, unreadable. As soon as it ends and the void dissipates, he turns and walks away.
It's cold, maybe. But it's also the best thing he can do for her. Nothing he has to say is anything she'd want to hear, regardless of whether he'd mean it kindly or not. So unless she has any reason to stop him, he leaves her to seek comfort with the sweet and softhearted among them, should she want to.]
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she doesn't say anything else - it's not like she could know what he's thinking. she can't explain herself if he won't give her the chance to, can't change his opinion about the kind of person she is. he's already decided. and it's not like he'd be interested in hearing her talk anyway, so. she shuts up.
he can have a memory back, though.]
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It's cold, maybe. But it's also the best thing he can do for her. Nothing he has to say is anything she'd want to hear, regardless of whether he'd mean it kindly or not. So unless she has any reason to stop him, he leaves her to seek comfort with the sweet and softhearted among them, should she want to.]