[The general's entire mien settles into reserve. Nothing eases his temper like being told he's right, even indirectly, but the way she's told him is like a needle. A trifling sting. Annoying. He need only wait a few seconds for it to subside and go on as if it were nothing. And so, at length:]
No... actually.
[That dull gleam in his eye, that's casual spite. He's enjoying this answer before he's even given it in full.]
I might have, but you broke our accord when you ran.
[He's keeping her letter; he's read it a dozen times, even smelled the paper it's on.]
So no, I don't think I will. If you want so badly to be on your own, then so be it.
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No... actually.
[That dull gleam in his eye, that's casual spite. He's enjoying this answer before he's even given it in full.]
I might have, but you broke our accord when you ran.
[He's keeping her letter; he's read it a dozen times, even smelled the paper it's on.]
So no, I don't think I will. If you want so badly to be on your own, then so be it.