[She's telling the truth, though; she doesn't think Ward's sorry at all. If she did, maybe she'd believe him.
Ward's last words though, they leave her hands shaking with rage. Her fists ball together tightly-- below the screen, so Ward can't see them. It's fortunate her fingernails aren't long enough to draw blood. For once she has no scathing reply, no cutting remark she can think of. Only:]
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[And it shows. His eyes narrow at the camera]
I'll say this much.
He was willing to die for you.
I'll respect him for that.
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Ward's last words though, they leave her hands shaking with rage. Her fists ball together tightly-- below the screen, so Ward can't see them. It's fortunate her fingernails aren't long enough to draw blood. For once she has no scathing reply, no cutting remark she can think of. Only:]
Fuck you.
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He wants some sort of balance, some sort of distance. To recover what he's lost in knowing her because it makes him feel weak.
It shouldn't.
Should it?
He turns the message off without bothering to respond, head in his hands.]