You say you don't want my forgiveness, but if that's the case, then what is the point of continuing to talk to me? Then you tell me that you're doing it because you prefer my anger to my silence.

But since all it does is upset me more, all that makes you is selfish. At least if you were aiming for forgiveness you'd have a reason. Now it's... prodding at wounds just to make me scream.

But that's all this ever was. Violation with no purpose, no point. Not one of your justifications or Deneve's ever made sense, because neither of you even tried to talk to me, and neither of you did anything with whatever you learned. Instead you just... traded gossip about me picked apart my pain and judged me and--

--when we first spoke about it, I said we were done. And I meant it. I only kept speaking to you because it would be impolite to crush the Forge while you were still listening. And you asked me if this is how little it takes make me turn my back on someone... as though it were something small. As if I were unreasonable to want to get away from someone who would betray me that way. But that just means you have no idea what you did to me. Even now, that you could say that you may have cared too much about my comfort... it makes me sick.