[She looks dead inside. He knows the look. Knows the feeling. The whole husk of who you were a little while ago, walking around not knowing your purpose. Missing something - someone, something you can't have. Or that you lost, maybe, by some unfortunate turn of events. It's not his problem though. She came her of her own volition, just like she threw herself into the middle of his fight with that other prick all on her own. She can get herself out of it too, or hunker down and stay put. Probably the better option.
He's finishing packing his bag, zipping it up. Not going to say a thing about his plans. Nada.]
For fuck's sake.
[Why! Why? Why.]
You-
[Before he can get another word out, there's a fucking portal appearing.]
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He's finishing packing his bag, zipping it up. Not going to say a thing about his plans. Nada.]
For fuck's sake.
[Why! Why? Why.]
You-
[Before he can get another word out, there's a fucking portal appearing.]