In that moment, he almost turned and screamed at Felix. It would have no words, just pure hate and hurt and sorrow and so many other things. Even love, still, in this hour of betrayal. He almost turned back, knowing what it was the other had around his neck, and he fought the urge to slap it from Felix's hand, from demanding how the man thought he deserved to have that, to have any piece of him.
But it had been a gift, a heartfelt one, and even now he hoped that Felix would change his mind. If he left it with him, he just might, though that hope was dying so fast it hardly even lived.
He turned his back fully to Felix now, refusing to look at him. He simply could not do it anymore. He thought himself strong, but this... this was to much.
"Go."
The words were icy, cold, the voice of a king dismissing someone who had displeased him beyond the measure of atonement. It was the only way he could hold onto himself, could keep himself from crying and begging, from shattering entirely.
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But it had been a gift, a heartfelt one, and even now he hoped that Felix would change his mind. If he left it with him, he just might, though that hope was dying so fast it hardly even lived.
He turned his back fully to Felix now, refusing to look at him. He simply could not do it anymore. He thought himself strong, but this... this was to much.
"Go."
The words were icy, cold, the voice of a king dismissing someone who had displeased him beyond the measure of atonement. It was the only way he could hold onto himself, could keep himself from crying and begging, from shattering entirely.