[ He swallows, unable to respond immediately. His rage, his grief– it wants to scream back at her, make her hurt the way he is hurt. Nothing she says can unmake the past. The wound is so deep. And in many ways, it's the only thing he has left that makes any sense. He's built himself around it. ]
No matter what I have done?
[ His voice is raw, torn ragged with bitterness. ]
I wish I believed you. But you threw me away before I had done any of it.
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And in many ways, it's the only thing he has left that makes any sense. He's built himself around it. ]
No matter what I have done?
[ His voice is raw, torn ragged with bitterness. ]
I wish I believed you. But you threw me away before I had done any of it.