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Unless you have anything else you'd like to say.

[But if not, he'll go back home and resume doing his best not to leave his apartment ever again.]

[Maketh watches him for a moment. Then:]

I am sorry. That is a thing you say in your word, yes? I could have hurt you.

[Could have killed him, truthfully. There's no avoiding that. Maketh rubs her face with a sigh. She's so tired.]

Apologies are--confusing. What does it matter if you mean it or not? They don't change anything.

[She is sorry, but doubts that means much to Sweets. Why would it?]

But you were fair to me and I was not.

I appreciate it.

[He means it, but not a lot at this point; the apology would've mattered a lot more if it'd been earlier in the conversation, instead of an afterthought with convenient timing.

He could leave it at that, but he feels like something she says is important to address before he does.]

Whether you mean it matters because it speaks to your intent. It's far easier to forgive someone for something they regret and you can feel confident they won't repeat.

[Which is not the case here, as far as he's concerned. Sure, she might feel bad--he can't quite tell even that, though--but not enough that he doesn't think she'd go right back to threats in the next volatile situation.]

I don't understand.

[She shakes her head a little.]

It doesn't matter. You should learn how to fight. Or move like you do. Get one of the Guards to teach you. Henry is good.

[Some part of him know she doesn't mean it how it comes out, but he's been struggling the entire conversation--and much longer than that--to keep a grip on and control over how stressed and upset he is and those comments just cause something to snap.

His eyes flash and darken, and although his voice doesn't raise the edge is clear in his tone.]

This isn't my fault.

[Whether he can fight or not--which he can, just not as well as some people and he tries to avoid resorting to it--doesn't have any bearing on what they're talking about. He's certainly not about to accept any insinuation that being unable to defend himself means it's okay to take advantage of that.]

[Oh. He's angry now.

Maketh tips her head to the side. She said the wrong thing again. She's not sure what it was. Suggesting Henry? Or that he ought to learn how to fight in the first place?]

I don't want you to die.

That's an incongruent sentiment coming from someone who threw a knife at me.

[This time his tone is cold; although he's definitely still angry he's rapidly regaining control of his temper, just not quickly enough to decide to stop speaking with her yet.]

[That is also true. Maketh shrugs.]

Ikagura is good as well.

[Lance suddenly feels a lot less guilty about refusing to meet with her any longer; sure, it won't be too long before he feels just as bad once again, but for now it's as if every emotion he has related to this conversation has simply shut off. That's typically not a good sign for his mental health, but he'll worry about that later when he's alone again.

He stares at her for a few more seconds and then just turns to leave without another word.]

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