[He doesn't know what drove him to ask, and now that Tempest is laying those cards on the table, he wants to find a reason to overturn them. But none of what she says is part of what he's lost, to his mind. His convictions, maybe. He doesn't know that he believes as strongly as he once did, had hardly known he held it so closely until it was ripped away from him.
The silence is a bit awkward as all of that settles, and he huffs finally. There's no picking that apart, damn her.]
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The silence is a bit awkward as all of that settles, and he huffs finally. There's no picking that apart, damn her.]
You would pick things that stay constant.