It's hard to meet her eyes when she was looking at him and expecting answers.
"She knows what you did? Or she knows you regret it?"
Aerith didn't approach him. But she watched him, her gaze neutral, hands clasped in front of her.
"Because those are two different things Alan." And it sounded to her that there wasn't any apology. And Saga would have figured it out. She was clever.
"I'm taking care of it." Alan's words are short, curt, and immediate--when he does look at Aerith it's with a stern look, close to a warning. Anger rising. It's not fair to Aerith--none of this is--but Alan's stubbornness is bleeding through.
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"She knows what you did? Or she knows you regret it?"
Aerith didn't approach him. But she watched him, her gaze neutral, hands clasped in front of her.
"Because those are two different things Alan." And it sounded to her that there wasn't any apology. And Saga would have figured it out. She was clever.
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"Okay." She told him. "All right." Some things, it seemed, he wasn't ready to face just yet.