He stands at last. There's something in the way of regret in his expression, but it doesn't contain any pity.
"I can't make you feel remorse," he says. "Doubt it would help if you did, but at least it'd be a nod toward human. You've told me what you know, so I won't tell anyone how you felt about this. That's the deal."
The speed at which his expression dissolves is shocking; it turns from a dissatisfied manner with a hint of tolerance into something wild and stony and unreasonable.
"And now I'm keeping that promise I made earlier. If you have things to say, now's the time to say them."
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Date: 2009-01-29 05:19 am (UTC)"I can't make you feel remorse," he says. "Doubt it would help if you did, but at least it'd be a nod toward human. You've told me what you know, so I won't tell anyone how you felt about this. That's the deal."
The speed at which his expression dissolves is shocking; it turns from a dissatisfied manner with a hint of tolerance into something wild and stony and unreasonable.
"And now I'm keeping that promise I made earlier. If you have things to say, now's the time to say them."