[She does, pausing on the threshold a moment before entering. He hasn't sounded particularly enthused about...discussing, as it were, and that's put her a bit on her guard.
...A bit? All right, try a great deal on her guard. V isn't exactly Mr. Predictable, after all, and she's not sure what to expect. But someone's got to start this, and it wouldn't be a bad idea to hold out an olive branch.]
I owe you an apology--I didn't mean for you to find out like that. I'm sorry.
[He lifts a hand to stop her continuing that line of dialogue.]
No apology is necessary. You've brushed past similar things in recent memory, and -- I suppose I already suspected. I might have found out eventually anyhow.
[She makes a noncommittal noise of acceptance, and silence reigns momentarily; trying to figure out how exactly to approach this is proving difficult. A small sigh--you asked to talk, Evey, say something other than "I'm sorry."]
...I don't expect anything from you, V. But--I don't want things to be as strained as they have been lately.
[He sighs, but is quiet a moment, gathering himself.]
Evey -- when I told you that, I meant it. But you have to understand what I had to wrestle within myself to do what had to be done. V was meant to die that night. You know that.
[Struggles with his words -- something he almost never does.]
Evey, I do not know how to say this delicately, but your presence in the last year of my life -- I was glad of it, but it did complicate things a good deal. I am an idea, and it is much easier to be an idea, as opposed to a man.
When she does, it's slowly, with a resigned tone.]
I think I understand. And I won't ask anything of you that you can't give.
[And another pause, accompanied by the furrow of a frown in her brows. There's a hint of something sharp and bitter in the way she next speaks. She wants to make these her parting words, wants to walk out of the room entirely, but remains where she is as she speaks.]
...But of all the reasons to give me--because it's hard? Of course it's easier to be an idea. Ideas don't have to feel anything.
[Part of what she says definitely hits home with him. The mask is frozen in its smile, but a slight tilt of the head calls shadow across its features, like they cast doubt, itself.]
It will also be less painful for the both of us.
Thanks to a curse, Evey, you saw something you were never meant to see. There's not enough of a man left underneath to be what you need.
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...A bit? All right, try a great deal on her guard. V isn't exactly Mr. Predictable, after all, and she's not sure what to expect. But someone's got to start this, and it wouldn't be a bad idea to hold out an olive branch.]
I owe you an apology--I didn't mean for you to find out like that. I'm sorry.
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No apology is necessary. You've brushed past similar things in recent memory, and -- I suppose I already suspected. I might have found out eventually anyhow.
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Yes, but it isn't exactly the delivery I would've chosen. If I'd had the choice, that is.
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...I don't expect anything from you, V. But--I don't want things to be as strained as they have been lately.
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[He bows his head]
I know you do not, Evey, and I apologize for not making things easier.
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I don't want an apology--I just don't want you to feel like you have to avoid me. I don't want you to avoid me.
[Pause. Her next words are in an almost hushed voice.]
...You told me once that you loved me.
((OOC: Ackackack, I think that my ability to get on AIM for the night has pretty much been destroyed. ;_;))
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Evey -- when I told you that, I meant it. But you have to understand what I had to wrestle within myself to do what had to be done. V was meant to die that night. You know that.
(ooc: Meebo.com :D No downloads necessary. Go.)
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[She shakes her head again.]
...Keep going. I won't interrupt.
((OOC: ...Is what I was using the last two times I was kicked off. DDD:))
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[Struggles with his words -- something he almost never does.]
Evey, I do not know how to say this delicately, but your presence in the last year of my life -- I was glad of it, but it did complicate things a good deal. I am an idea, and it is much easier to be an idea, as opposed to a man.
I don't know if I can be that for you.
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When she does, it's slowly, with a resigned tone.]
I think I understand. And I won't ask anything of you that you can't give.
[And another pause, accompanied by the furrow of a frown in her brows. There's a hint of something sharp and bitter in the way she next speaks. She wants to make these her parting words, wants to walk out of the room entirely, but remains where she is as she speaks.]
...But of all the reasons to give me--because it's hard? Of course it's easier to be an idea. Ideas don't have to feel anything.
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It will also be less painful for the both of us.
Thanks to a curse, Evey, you saw something you were never meant to see. There's not enough of a man left underneath to be what you need.
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That wasn't the first time I saw you, you know. If I didn't think enough of a man was left, I would've made that clear.
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