[ His brows draw together and for once it's not anger or frustration in his expression, but confusion. After all she'd said, this? He doesn't know what to make of that flash of recognition he feels in the synch, either.
Soft, confused: ] Why?
[ You despise me, and I deserve it. But he can't even say that, because with all laid bare by the synch, he knows she doesn't. And that puzzles him entirely as well. ]
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Soft, confused: ] Why?
[ You despise me, and I deserve it. But he can't even say that, because with all laid bare by the synch, he knows she doesn't. And that puzzles him entirely as well. ]