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He may as well been carved of stone and steel, his white eyes hardened into sharp diamonds of fury. She spewed reasons at him but they were all excuses. The Austral male crossed his arms over his chest, regardless of the blood still pouring from his hand. Good. Let it bleed, maybe then she would feel guilty. He knew she wouldn't but he could delude himself for a while couldn't he. His voice was tight and low, barely above being growled,

"Do what you want. After all they are your children." That had hurt, they were of his blood too but he didn't let the lady in red see that she had gotten to him. The man pulled himself up tall no longer bothered by their height difference, he wanted to shout and scream at her like she deserved. He was sick of her constantly reminding him of his one mistake, he had done what he could to make up for it but it was never good enough for her, nothing ever was.

He was weary of this discussion, wary of her face and her voice. He turned away from her and brushed the remains of his tool handle from his hand. He needed to go see somebody about this, his work would have to wait now, once again something that was her fault,

"Leave me alone Io." With that final sentence he walked away from her and left her standing in the shell of the soon to be stables.


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