[He stares her down, trying his best to ensure his red eyes blaze without softening.]
I was the one who couldn't see. I was the one who killed you. You can't just excuse that. You can't.
[He always imagined having to get on his knees, to beg for the professor's forgiveness, sparing her every humility that he refused to show even a trace of for others. But to seemingly receive it without any such effort... it creates such a strange mix of feelings within him. It's difficult to accept that it can be so easy. And it makes him feel all the worse about the kind life that he extinguished, soon to replace with pure malice.]
I did do my best to move on and to better myself... as you had presumably intended to better me. And then to better others in turn, to do what I can to fix the messes of flawed humans. [He adjusts his glasses quietly.] But I never forgot. And... Now that you're here, it all seems so irrelevant. It's all just excuses.
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I was the one who couldn't see. I was the one who killed you. You can't just excuse that. You can't.
[He always imagined having to get on his knees, to beg for the professor's forgiveness, sparing her every humility that he refused to show even a trace of for others. But to seemingly receive it without any such effort... it creates such a strange mix of feelings within him. It's difficult to accept that it can be so easy. And it makes him feel all the worse about the kind life that he extinguished, soon to replace with pure malice.]
I did do my best to move on and to better myself... as you had presumably intended to better me. And then to better others in turn, to do what I can to fix the messes of flawed humans. [He adjusts his glasses quietly.] But I never forgot. And... Now that you're here, it all seems so irrelevant. It's all just excuses.