[Whatever “it” is. Therion fiddles with the drawstrings of his hood. ’Is there there really anything to forgive in the first place?’ someone had asked, and he wonders now what this girl did—and what kind of person she did it to. What kind of person simply lets after everything slide?
He scuffs a sandal toe along the ground.]
Would it be easier on you if I were angry? If I wanted you to apologize?
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[Whatever “it” is. Therion fiddles with the drawstrings of his hood. ’Is there there really anything to forgive in the first place?’ someone had asked, and he wonders now what this girl did—and what kind of person she did it to. What kind of person simply lets after everything slide?
He scuffs a sandal toe along the ground.]
Would it be easier on you if I were angry? If I wanted you to apologize?