[You started it. But he doesn't say it, instead passing along a vague irritation-mixed-with-something-else-hard-to-pin-down. Some sort of morose reluctance?
Who knows. He's trying to think of something else to break the connection.]
You, of all people, are someone I don't owe anything to.
[His voice was calm, but there was a twisting and painful spike. So very similar to the last and filled with burning pain before it's once more dead on his end.
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He knew it would provoke something.]
If I owe you one, then you owe me one as well.
[Something warning there, far too close of a reminder of their last encounter here.]
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Who knows. He's trying to think of something else to break the connection.]
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[His voice was calm, but there was a twisting and painful spike. So very similar to the last and filled with burning pain before it's once more dead on his end.
Connection severed sharply.]