"I do accept you, Phoebe. But I'm not fond of anyone makin' decisions for alla us when there's people who know better." He didn't really know how else to put this forward to her. Of course he knew the Outlanders were not responsible for their situation, did not blame them for being here, but the Spire attack? The assured way that they spoke of this place that they'd only known for mere months? That was different.
She was clearly hurt, upset. The soul of him, the boy at the core of his hurt who was gentle and sweet, wanted to reach forward and pull her into his arms, apologise and tell her it was all okay. But...it wasn't. He was hurt, he was struggling, and this conversation with Phoebe wasn't one he was ready to have yet.
It would be best for both of them if they took some time apart.
"...No, Phoebe. I still think a lot about ya. I do. But...I'm not ready for any of this. Not right now. Not for you, not for this fight, not any of it. You're better off goin' to find someone else. Please." He didn't deserve her sweetness, her attempts to make him happy, not anymore.
She was clearly hurt, upset. The soul of him, the boy at the core of his hurt who was gentle and sweet, wanted to reach forward and pull her into his arms, apologise and tell her it was all okay. But...it wasn't. He was hurt, he was struggling, and this conversation with Phoebe wasn't one he was ready to have yet.
It would be best for both of them if they took some time apart.
"...No, Phoebe. I still think a lot about ya. I do. But...I'm not ready for any of this. Not right now. Not for you, not for this fight, not any of it. You're better off goin' to find someone else. Please." He didn't deserve her sweetness, her attempts to make him happy, not anymore.
Emmett
The sun went down beyond yon hill, across the dreary moor
Weary and lame a boy there came up to the farmer's door
Weary and lame a boy there came up to the farmer's door
