[It's easier for her, he defends. Simple for her to just excuse it away because she hasn't been there, hasn't seen how they could be together. How simple it felt, easy and almost enough to make him forget the rest of it.
It wasn't enough, though, and even now as he tries to build her up in his mind she thrashes at it and destroys any image he might want to cling to. He knows it might never happen, but he can still hang his hope on it.
[ He was right about one thing, at least: this was simpler. Transposing all her strong positive feelings for him to hate would always be simpler than reaching for the apathy she so desperately wanted to feel. The betrayal was fresh, an open wound rife with salt, and with it came all the disgust over what only too recently she would have been happy to hear. She projected her shame of her own naivete onto him in that form. ]
No. It is NOT FINE. You killed people, turned on all of us. You're a monster, and there will NEVER be ANYTHING between us.
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It wasn't enough, though, and even now as he tries to build her up in his mind she thrashes at it and destroys any image he might want to cling to. He knows it might never happen, but he can still hang his hope on it.
It's all he has left. He can't lose that, too.]
It's fine, Skye. I knew to expect this.
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No. It is NOT FINE. You killed people, turned on all of us. You're a monster, and there will NEVER be ANYTHING between us.
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