"That's part of the problem," she sighed, even while taking comfort in Balthier's hands holding hers. "I called myself one for the first time. And Larsa, he..."
How to even explain what was said? It went from a small swirl of wind to a raging sandstorm in a matter of moments. The things he said were so awful. Even as mad, and hurt as she was, she couldn't betray him by telling everything. There was just too much.
"We're just too different. And he was pretty final."
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Date: 2010-01-06 02:44 am (UTC)How to even explain what was said? It went from a small swirl of wind to a raging sandstorm in a matter of moments. The things he said were so awful. Even as mad, and hurt as she was, she couldn't betray him by telling everything. There was just too much.
"We're just too different. And he was pretty final."