[Guilt. If ever there was a self serving emotion in matters of the heart, it's guilt; Chloe's lost count of how many times guilt has only ever made the indecisive even less responsible than they otherwise would be.]
None. And if I were you I'd tell him to fuck right off.
[Koltira's too fired-up thinking about the situation to even register that remark. He keeps stoking the fire -- with much more violence than necessary -- and hisses.]
He is in love with that spitting child of a ... a lawyer.
[He doesn't say it like a foreign word; there are equivalents in Azeroth. It's more incredulity that someone so fucking illogical and stupid could have the job in the first place.]
[how should he take this? he's not sure. his head is pounding, and he's staring at the now mostly-finished walls of his newly built cabin. prior to that moment, he'd been sanding the floors, a little too obsessively.]
I don't know why you've spoken to me now. I know neither your true intent nor your motivation. But your words were too fiery and spoken with too much conviction for me to accept this as sincere. You are not someone who speaks without deliberation. You meant what you said. And how you said it.
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