I'm sorry, Gaheris.
[Ben is silent then, even his breathing quiet, his body motionless; he recognizes the hurt, feels it twist in his gut where the old protective, helpless anger used to live.
He steps away from the wall, cautious; tilting his head and then craning his neck in watchful, mild anxiety.]
I... understand if you must. But I would also like to say that I wish you wouldn't. I dislike that it has become necessary.
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