[His shoulders sag and his head drops as he stares at the floor. The guilt he carries, the burden of his mistakes, ones that he's shouldered for years, are clear as day. He's worn down -- battered and bruised, his eyes are ones that have seen far too much.
He expected that sort of reaction, but... that didn't make it sting any less. After everything he told her, how much he stressed that one phrase... "One is all. All is one."
Tch. Some teacher he was.
His voice strains and wavers, his throat feels far too tight and all he can think to do is apologize. Apologize for being a disgusting excuse of a human being, for disappointing her.]
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Re: DONE.
Date: 2011-11-18 07:06 am (UTC)He expected that sort of reaction, but... that didn't make it sting any less. After everything he told her, how much he stressed that one phrase... "One is all. All is one."
Tch. Some teacher he was.
His voice strains and wavers, his throat feels far too tight and all he can think to do is apologize. Apologize for being a disgusting excuse of a human being, for disappointing her.]
I'm sorry.