[You might hear the sound of the 'berry clattering to the ground. Hurried footsteps... a distant voice... and finally, the sound of the device being picked back up.]
[Welp, now she's definitely flustered... and not just because of that last bit. She feels bad for suggesting that it be under his control in any way whether or not he'd leave.]
I--... I know. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that.
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... Maria onee-chan is gone.
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Ange, I'm sorry...
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[Even to you, again, Simon.]
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I can't promise I won't leave again, because we all know how that'll turn out... But I can promise you that I won't ever want to leave.
I don't want to leave you ... alone. [ last bit is added quickly under his breath / slightly flustered ]
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I--... I know. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that.
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Listen, there's nothing to apologize over. It's fine.
You're just going through a rough-patch. I know.
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You know what? I think it's probably for the best. She's young, and... she'll be happier back home.
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You just have to be older to appreciate it here, I suppose.
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Makes the place a lot more tolerable.
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...You feeling any better?
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Mm. Thanks.
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