[There had been words, a lot of them cutting, a lot of them angry. All of it, however, had been quiet. It had been too long for them to devolve into something louder, something a little more explosive and a lot less mature.
"Why... why did you make me send you away?"]
I left, see. Back in 2012, after Operation Nyx. Sometime after the two of us broke up. [Wait, no. That's not right.] I made him order me to leave.
[Because, back then, he couldn't even muster up the courage to take responsibility for his own shit.]
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[There had been words, a lot of them cutting, a lot of them angry. All of it, however, had been quiet. It had been too long for them to devolve into something louder, something a little more explosive and a lot less mature.
"Why... why did you make me send you away?"]
I left, see. Back in 2012, after Operation Nyx. Sometime after the two of us broke up. [Wait, no. That's not right.] I made him order me to leave.
[Because, back then, he couldn't even muster up the courage to take responsibility for his own shit.]