Her Faults | [Locked to David] | Backdated to Monday because of DDoS
[The room Athena had chosen as a retreat this time was one she had hardly been in during the past few years. Some old private living room of David's and hers, one of those rooms she had began to avoid once their marriage had started to fall apart
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He couldn't even pinpoint an exact time when that had started...
He had always liked it, though. When times were good, it had been cozy. A retreat from their duties, a place where they could simply be together for a little while.
He usually just gave it a glance as he passed, but today... Was there someone inside?
Stopping in the doorway, he watched as Athena looked around the room.]
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It was a surprise, for most framed pictures of them had been thrown across a room at some point and quite a lot of others had simply been burned.
She can't remember where this particular one had been taken, and she simply puts it back to its former place.
She has not realized that he is watching her.]
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He had said he didn't care, and at the time it had been true. David was tired of fighting, and it never led anywhere but to more anger. And with everything going on, indifference had been so much easier.
But he had loved his wife, and that wasn't something you just erase.
He entered the room slowly, hand running over the back of the couch, as he remembered all the good times.]
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David? [Her voice came out as a whisper, but she is actually surprised to get out a sound at all.]
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But apologizing is only part of what she has to say right now. Admitting that she is been wrong is the first part.]
I was my fault. [She doesn't quite specify *what* - she has made a lot of mistakes.]
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And he didn't, really. He had never expected her to admit something like that]
Oh?
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The way everything fell apart... It would have been different if I had acted less ignorant.
[Talking about both their marriage and their Suit. She bit her lip.]
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But he remained distant, to a degree. Having made his decision, he would stick to it as best he could]
Our fighting certainly didn't help.
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Yet I shouldn't have done whatever I could to make it worse.
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[It wasn't his job to defend her, anymore. He had almost forgotten.}
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[He really wasn't making this any easier for her, and with that thought he relented slightly.
Moving around the edge of the couch, he took a seat, and waited patiently.]
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[When was the last time she cursed? She cannot really remember, and she doesn't feel much better after her outburst. She felt more like jumping out of the nearest window. Or throwing a tantrum. Or crying.]
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Things do look a little grim at the moment.
[His voice was still neutral, but there was a hit of sympathy.]
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I'm as good as dead. Actually, this one could be the weirdest form of suicide.
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