Hah... thanks. [ Rhy takes a long, shaky breath. Lets it out slowly, shoulders slumping. He shakes his head. ]
No, it's all right. You needn't apologize. [ How could he have known?
It's still too raw, and Rhy doesn't feel like sharing all of it with a near-stranger. How Ronan had shocked him by being enthusiastic about bombing civilians, instead of repulsed as everyone else Rhy considered close had been. The reaction alone had pulled the rug out from under him, but maybe he could have at least talked to Ronan--
Except Ronan made sure he couldn't, taking his memories of their fight until just recently, when he'd vanished and Rhy realized what he'd done.
Rhy's not sure anymore which part is more unforgivable. He is silent for a few long seconds, trying to condense all the hurt and horror into something he can actually share with Kavinsky, without getting too much into the vulnerabilities or context of it. Eventually, he settles for: ]
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No, it's all right. You needn't apologize. [ How could he have known?
It's still too raw, and Rhy doesn't feel like sharing all of it with a near-stranger. How Ronan had shocked him by being enthusiastic about bombing civilians, instead of repulsed as everyone else Rhy considered close had been. The reaction alone had pulled the rug out from under him, but maybe he could have at least talked to Ronan--
Except Ronan made sure he couldn't, taking his memories of their fight until just recently, when he'd vanished and Rhy realized what he'd done.
Rhy's not sure anymore which part is more unforgivable. He is silent for a few long seconds, trying to condense all the hurt and horror into something he can actually share with Kavinsky, without getting too much into the vulnerabilities or context of it. Eventually, he settles for: ]
He betrayed my trust, in a very personal way.