Go
deep throat
a cactus
Wessex laughs harshly. The martyr rises again. He's really gotten quite good at playing that role for everyone. "Don't play that game, Ronin. You walked in here of your own free will. We're not keeping you from anyone or anything." Well, Wessex isn't. Edy might be, but as the older, more responsible adult that he's been portraying himself to be, he shouldn't rise to the occasion of her barbs.
She's done. Done with his assumptions. Done with him knowing everything about her. What good will more retorts do, other than prolong his departure?
She's done. Done with his assumptions. Done with him knowing everything about her. What good will more retorts do, other than prolong his departure?
