"What do you want me to say?" Even his words are drained of their anger and their former fury. This is a fight that would have been spectacular before, but now it's just exhausted. There's a word for what he's been, but depressed isn't a thing that he can actively see himself being, because this heartbroken sadness is deserved, so how could he possibly have the right to be anything?
"It is better, you saw what happened in that town. Say what you want, but it would have been always like that. I couldn't live like this and I wouldn't make you stay with me the way I had to be. You made it very clear how you felt about staying here," he feels compelled to point out, a touch annoyed, because in all the time healing, Faraday's burning desire to get out had been clear.
His hand lifts and drops, doesn't touch Faraday's scarf or neck or face the way he wants to, but he almost tries.
"I did what was right for you, not for us," he says, stubborn on this point and having some fight in him on this. "It's better for you this way," he echoes his own words from the note.
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"It is better, you saw what happened in that town. Say what you want, but it would have been always like that. I couldn't live like this and I wouldn't make you stay with me the way I had to be. You made it very clear how you felt about staying here," he feels compelled to point out, a touch annoyed, because in all the time healing, Faraday's burning desire to get out had been clear.
His hand lifts and drops, doesn't touch Faraday's scarf or neck or face the way he wants to, but he almost tries.
"I did what was right for you, not for us," he says, stubborn on this point and having some fight in him on this. "It's better for you this way," he echoes his own words from the note.