Y'weren't real! Y'weren't... It was just a game... [His voices gets quieter at the end and he gets a distant look to his eyes.
It wasn't a game. I had never been a game. The people who'd died, him laughing at the paranoia, and now his father- and Rhys and Gabe in Zenderael, the war, everything.
He focuses back on her, sad, regretful.]
I'm sorry. I- When you cast a spell in the hall- that wasn't s'posed to be possible. I didn't know what was goin' on. I thought- [He stops. He'd thought it had been the mods, but that didn't matter. That was an excuse.]
[Frowning, he looks into his empty glass and mumbles to himself,]
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Y'weren't real! Y'weren't... It was just a game... [His voices gets quieter at the end and he gets a distant look to his eyes.
It wasn't a game. I had never been a game. The people who'd died, him laughing at the paranoia, and now his father- and Rhys and Gabe in Zenderael, the war, everything.
He focuses back on her, sad, regretful.]
I'm sorry. I- When you cast a spell in the hall- that wasn't s'posed to be possible. I didn't know what was goin' on. I thought- [He stops. He'd thought it had been the mods, but that didn't matter. That was an excuse.]
[Frowning, he looks into his empty glass and mumbles to himself,]
'm not real good at this sober.