[Well, he's right about that danger of explosion is increasing the more they talk. The discomfort in her only becomes more obvious and visible as her body stiffens, shoulders hunching up slightly, fingers fidgeting nervously with the hem of her morning gown. However, right now it's not only the frustration causing anxiety but also the confusion, both originating from Sans' stubbornness.
She could answer to his problem. Tell how subject A became depressed due the unemployment and how with the help of alcohol moved to point b where she almost couldn't recognize him anymore, making her want to do anything to if it meant that things would be okay again. But it's also becoming quite clear to her that explaining all of it wouldn't make him to change his mind. Just like she won't either.
"It just wasn't your fault." She just can't accept that. It would change everything and honestly? The thought of that was too terrifying for her to handle.]
No, you're not. [She says eventually with a distant and dry voice, leaving it unclear whether she meant that as a good or a bad thing.]
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She could answer to his problem. Tell how subject A became depressed due the unemployment and how with the help of alcohol moved to point b where she almost couldn't recognize him anymore, making her want to do anything to if it meant that things would be okay again. But it's also becoming quite clear to her that explaining all of it wouldn't make him to change his mind. Just like she won't either.
"It just wasn't your fault." She just can't accept that. It would change everything and honestly? The thought of that was too terrifying for her to handle.]
No, you're not. [She says eventually with a distant and dry voice, leaving it unclear whether she meant that as a good or a bad thing.]