Nabooru had said nothing to him, but merely looked at him, waiting to see what else he had to say. What else did he have to say? There was only so much he could say without completely damaging his pride and dignity. Why had he put up with Nabooru for so long? Putting up with her teasing, her annoying attitude, her utter stupidity was not worth it for a few hurried kisses here and there, so why did he ever bother to stick around?
"Somehow, despite your stubborn, idiotic attitude, I've managed to stick around, and now you're doing this. I have no choice but to remove myself from your life, because I can't watch you, with a sane mind, let the damned Goddesses and Spirits control you."
He didn't know what he was saying. He was ranting, venting, letting out those feelings that caused him to be so angry with her. He should have stopped himself. He was revealing too much. He was getting too far into that place he didn't want to go when he met Nabooru. After that first kiss, he shouldn't have let her into his room to rekindle their relationship. He should have listened to that sane part of his mind telling him to stop before something like this happened.
But it was too late, he was already saying too much.
"Don't you see, Nabooru, that I care about you? If I didn't care, it wouldn't matter to me whether you lived or died, whether it was for just cause or not." His voice lowered now, and he looked away from her. Now he was filled with instant regret for revealing that much. If Nabooru were to yell at him more or slap him, he would probably deserve it, though it would anger him at first.
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"Somehow, despite your stubborn, idiotic attitude, I've managed to stick around, and now you're doing this. I have no choice but to remove myself from your life, because I can't watch you, with a sane mind, let the damned Goddesses and Spirits control you."
He didn't know what he was saying. He was ranting, venting, letting out those feelings that caused him to be so angry with her. He should have stopped himself. He was revealing too much. He was getting too far into that place he didn't want to go when he met Nabooru. After that first kiss, he shouldn't have let her into his room to rekindle their relationship. He should have listened to that sane part of his mind telling him to stop before something like this happened.
But it was too late, he was already saying too much.
"Don't you see, Nabooru, that I care about you? If I didn't care, it wouldn't matter to me whether you lived or died, whether it was for just cause or not." His voice lowered now, and he looked away from her. Now he was filled with instant regret for revealing that much. If Nabooru were to yell at him more or slap him, he would probably deserve it, though it would anger him at first.