[ who is he to lecture her about giving too much of herself away? people have taken everything away from her, bit by bit, piece by piece. and she knew that they will take even more away. which is why she's forced her own feelings inside a box and sealed it somewhere dark so as not to lose anything else. ]
Not like this, it's not, [ she mutters, giving up on making tea. ] Anyway, I think we've exhausted this topic enough.
[ she looks up at suzaku impassively. ] Are we good?
[There's little point in continuing to beat this dead horse. Suzaku holds his sighs and rises to his feet. The polite thing to do would be to end this conversation before heading for the doors, but he isn't in the mood for pleasantries today.
Instead, he'll call out to Davina over his shoulder as he goes.]
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[Look, he finally said it, no more tiptoeing around the subject.]
You'll give away too much of yourself if you insist on relying on strangers... but I've already said too much.
[No means no– even Suzaku understands that. Leaning forward in his seat, Suzaku rests his chin in his hand, staring not at Davina, but at the floor.]
Just do me one favor. Don't let anyone take more from you than you're willing to give.
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Not like this, it's not, [ she mutters, giving up on making tea. ] Anyway, I think we've exhausted this topic enough.
[ she looks up at suzaku impassively. ] Are we good?
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Instead, he'll call out to Davina over his shoulder as he goes.]
We're good.
[Not really, but– you know. Good enough.]