[ This isn't helping. He pushes back the urge to yell, to break something, because she's still blaming herself and it's just that frustrating. She doesn't understand. He doesn't want this. He's making her miserable just talking to her.
Likewise, he doesn't reach out like a part of him wants to, take her hand or maybe even hold her close until that look on her face disappears and she's happy again. At one time, maybe...but no. What had he been thinking? They don't have anything in common except for a few horrible days together, and he'd proven again and again that she's better off without him, that even when he is there, he can'd protect her the way he'd like. All they do is confuse each other. Make each other unhappy, even if it's not on purpose. ]
You should be.
[ His voice is rough, the words dragged out as if against his own will. But Pendleton had told him how Elizabeth had run into the halls on her own and what had happened to her there. Had she learned that recklessness from him? Had he encouraged it by watching her back and rescuing her whenever she got into trouble? Maybe he'd instilled in her a false sense of immortality. But he can't always be there for her.
He straightens up slowly, heart heavy. Even now he has to resist the urge to apologize, to tell her that everything's all right and nothing has to change. But it wouldn't do her any favors, in the end. This is for the best. ]
You should be more careful. About where you go...and who you spend time with. [ He glares down at her, face a thunderous mask. ] I've told you before, the less you know about me, the better. Don't go thinking it's your responsibility to save me, Elizabeth. It can't be done.
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Likewise, he doesn't reach out like a part of him wants to, take her hand or maybe even hold her close until that look on her face disappears and she's happy again. At one time, maybe...but no. What had he been thinking? They don't have anything in common except for a few horrible days together, and he'd proven again and again that she's better off without him, that even when he is there, he can'd protect her the way he'd like. All they do is confuse each other. Make each other unhappy, even if it's not on purpose. ]
You should be.
[ His voice is rough, the words dragged out as if against his own will. But Pendleton had told him how Elizabeth had run into the halls on her own and what had happened to her there. Had she learned that recklessness from him? Had he encouraged it by watching her back and rescuing her whenever she got into trouble? Maybe he'd instilled in her a false sense of immortality. But he can't always be there for her.
He straightens up slowly, heart heavy. Even now he has to resist the urge to apologize, to tell her that everything's all right and nothing has to change. But it wouldn't do her any favors, in the end. This is for the best. ]
You should be more careful. About where you go...and who you spend time with. [ He glares down at her, face a thunderous mask. ] I've told you before, the less you know about me, the better. Don't go thinking it's your responsibility to save me, Elizabeth. It can't be done.