That accusation brought him back down, staring at the Phantom with some disbelief and upset. He had made many, many mistakes—that he would freely admit—but did the Phantom think he'd done any of this on purpose? Gansey's lips tightened into a line.
"Do you mean that? Truly?" His voice had gone quite soft, dangerously so, pained in a way that made his throat ache. Don't come back. An utter fool, he was devastated because his captor didn't want to see him anymore. A fool for wanting to stay, a fool for hurting when told to go. Was there anything he could do right? It didn't seem so, anymore.
"If you say yes now, I will do as you wish. You'll never see me again. I promise."
His fingers curled inward, knuckles white, "But I won't have you think that I left Whelk. I cry, Phantom, for you." With that he wiped his sleeve across his eyes, blinking away the wet. "I'll take my journals. They're still in your kitchen."
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That accusation brought him back down, staring at the Phantom with some disbelief and upset. He had made many, many mistakes—that he would freely admit—but did the Phantom think he'd done any of this on purpose? Gansey's lips tightened into a line.
"Do you mean that? Truly?" His voice had gone quite soft, dangerously so, pained in a way that made his throat ache. Don't come back. An utter fool, he was devastated because his captor didn't want to see him anymore. A fool for wanting to stay, a fool for hurting when told to go. Was there anything he could do right? It didn't seem so, anymore.
"If you say yes now, I will do as you wish. You'll never see me again. I promise."
His fingers curled inward, knuckles white, "But I won't have you think that I left Whelk. I cry, Phantom, for you." With that he wiped his sleeve across his eyes, blinking away the wet. "I'll take my journals. They're still in your kitchen."