[Though he knows that's not what Gale's asking. He pulls his hands away, rinsing them in the water.]
I don't want you to see something in me that isn't there, dearest. The world never showed me kindness. You had your years with your goddess that were full of love, even if the base of it was tainted. I had centuries of wishing for death. Praying for help that never came. Years and years taken from me in exchange for torture and isolation.
So why shouldn't I be allowed to take in return? What kindness do I owe the world that abandoned me to my fate?
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[Though he knows that's not what Gale's asking. He pulls his hands away, rinsing them in the water.]
I don't want you to see something in me that isn't there, dearest. The world never showed me kindness. You had your years with your goddess that were full of love, even if the base of it was tainted. I had centuries of wishing for death. Praying for help that never came. Years and years taken from me in exchange for torture and isolation.
So why shouldn't I be allowed to take in return? What kindness do I owe the world that abandoned me to my fate?