"… But… I am concerned about you my Lady." — Right when I was starting to feel guilty because of the way I was talking to him, he said this… and I felt something snap inside me. Something so ridiculously quick that I didn't even get to think what I was saying… I was done with his persistence.
"… It's not me who you should be concerned about... There's someone else you should be comforting right now."
"? What do you mean- ?! Wait, my Lady where are you going?"
"Somewhere I can be alone."
"Yet I-"
"Go somewhere else by yourself, I assure you that you'll have more fun if you do."
"… Lady Marianne-"
"Don't follow me. It's the last time I say it."
"…"
