( it's a low blow he's heard thousands of times, in just as as many contexts. he's been annoyed at the judgement before. he's been angered. he's been hurt, when those words are wielded just the right way, in just the right angle, in just the right circumstances. he bristles too, equals parts the first two, but unable truly to grasp the full weight of the third.
because he doesn't feel guilt. he's not ashamed. he knows who he is and who he has chosen to be. he would do all he has over again. he would do it still. aggravation at the accusation grates at him, but she needs this more than he does. his mouth opens to respond but she cuts him off and so he stands still, a flare in his gaze.
he has more patience with her than he would with many. his voice is level. )
I don't turn off my humanity. Truth be told, I never have. I don't need to.
no subject
because he doesn't feel guilt. he's not ashamed. he knows who he is and who he has chosen to be. he would do all he has over again. he would do it still. aggravation at the accusation grates at him, but she needs this more than he does. his mouth opens to respond but she cuts him off and so he stands still, a flare in his gaze.
he has more patience with her than he would with many. his voice is level. )
I don't turn off my humanity. Truth be told, I never have. I don't need to.