How could I? How could I forget what I have done? Look at how far out of hand things have gotten...and with me to blame. Still, whatever faith was misplaced in me...it doesn't mean I have to bury myself with it. It doesn't. I won't.
[Placid as he tries to be, Ben isn't without his own temper - they are after all cut from the very same cloth, however divergent their personalities have become. His voice raises with conviction, eyes flashing not with contempt but with something very like...pity.
For the time being, he stands his ground, feet planted shoulder-width apart, watching Ren like one would watch a hungry carnivore.]
You are always going to be a part of me, Ren. You are a stain I am never going to wash away, and I accept that. But there is still hope - still time to try and repair a little of what you - what we - have broken.
Enough is enough. You and I are one. I do not resent you, but you have served your purpose, and enough is enough.
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[Placid as he tries to be, Ben isn't without his own temper - they are after all cut from the very same cloth, however divergent their personalities have become. His voice raises with conviction, eyes flashing not with contempt but with something very like...pity.
For the time being, he stands his ground, feet planted shoulder-width apart, watching Ren like one would watch a hungry carnivore.]
You are always going to be a part of me, Ren. You are a stain I am never going to wash away, and I accept that. But there is still hope - still time to try and repair a little of what you - what we - have broken.
Enough is enough. You and I are one. I do not resent you, but you have served your purpose, and enough is enough.
Let me back in.