"So, it's okay to ignore her messages?" Gala asked with a frown as if she was displeased. "Is it that hard to admit that you care a lot about her?"
Arthur paused, his hand turning into a fist. Then, he turned toward her and shouted.
"Do you want to know how I feel right now?" He said as he waved his hand. "I feel sick and tired of your games. You say that you want people to feel things, but that's just a lie. There's no reason other than your desperate need for others to be as miserable as you are."
"At least I know that I'm miserable," Gala answered him calmly, despite his rage and hurtful words. "I accepted what I am long ago. Did you?"
"Do you think that acceptance gives you the right to make others miserable? You try to make people care about each other, knowing that the end will be ugly. No, you want it to be ugly because that makes your end a little more bearable."
