[ His response strikes a nerve, and it shows. She looks ready to shout at him for a few moments, her thoughts a storm of emotion before she gets herself in better control. She finally lets out a sigh, her posture deflating and relaxing a little at a time. A soft smile replaces the frown, and her eyes lock on his. ]
You are the one who would torture her. [ Pointing a finger. ] I am protecting her from you. From what you are now.
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You are the one who would torture her. [ Pointing a finger. ] I am protecting her from you. From what you are now.