"Oh yeah, you really told him, didn't you?"

“It’s not that bad,” she promised as she shook her head.  “It’s not that bad.”  Saying it only once may have been a little more convincing than repeating it, and she bit down on her lip as she realized that.  “I promise it’s not that bad.”  At the third repetition,  she wasn’t sure if she was trying to convince Elysia of that, or herself.  “Okay, maybe it’s not good but it’s also not terrible.”  She held out her hand, showing the small cut on the back of her hand - it wasn’t terribly big! “Right?”

“¿Buena noche con tu novio?”

HE SPEAKS candidly as she makes a FEEBLE attempt at sneaking back INTO the compound of the RESISTANCE. He didn’t sleep much to begin with but her absence was something he had to UNDERSTAND for himself, his eyes rising from his book as the light clicks on and his brow quirks.

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“Little bitch!” he growled, fist smashing through the brittle wall. Hands grasped his hair tightly as he paced back and forth with frantic fury before he slammed his hands down on the oak wood dresser, the mirror attached shaking from the impact. Burning red hues glanced at his reflection, sneering. 

“You’re so PATHETIC! She’s making you  W E A K! Don’t -” he pointed a finger at his own image, “- let her worm her way into your head! You’ve come so fucking far, do not let some WOMAN destroy everything we’ve accomplished! We’ve worked so hard to rid ourselves of those pathetic, useless emotions - of our H U M A N I T Y!” A guttural roar laced the word that left a foul taste in his mouth. He paused, panting heavily. Minutes passed, his breathing slowed. His head hung, another few moments and he was gazing at himself once again.

“She was the only one...” his voice trembled. “...The only one who ever understood me...The only one who ever cared besides...Mother...” His eyes, now his normal dark brown color, grew misty as his lips quivered. A fist slammed the dresser again.

“NO! I am B E T T E R than this! She...means...NOTHING!...She used to mean everything...but that...is OVER! I don’t need her, I don’t need anyone! I am a monster and I...Am...B E T T E R!” 

With his roar came the piercing shriek of shattering glass as he punched the mirror, causing cracks to split his reflection and shards to crumble and fall, pieces embedding his skin, blood seeping from the tiny wounds. 

Another long pause, nothing but his huffs of frustration vibrating the tension thick air. 

“...She took my heart once...” His trembling hand clutched his chest. “...She won’t steal it again.” A dry chuckle. 

“She can’t. How could she? There’s nothing but a black hole there now.” 

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