[She hates that he can hide so well like that, it makes her feel like she doesn't know what direction to go in, even though she already knows her answer. It frustrates her, and her hand tightens around her glass instinctively.]
I don't regret hurting them. [It comes out hotly, and she doesn't entirely care. But she does go on.] But I wish I'd found a different way.
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I don't regret hurting them. [It comes out hotly, and she doesn't entirely care. But she does go on.] But I wish I'd found a different way.