[ Just like that, he would've been better served perhaps, to have said almost nothing at all. ]
...You're many things, but I wouldn't call you that.
[ He can only watch as the other moves away.
But all the same, he doesn't have anymore to say to that, as the other man continues to walk off, so that he can stop, some ways from him.
And then at that very moment, he sees the way the other's shoulders shake. Perhaps this was more of an eventuality; making someone he'd never thought he would make upset. He doesn't look down on the other male for it, he'd never. With the knowledge that he is simply likely to make it worse, no matter what he says, because he acts so foolishly so far, he can only continue to speak. Maybe until Tartaglia would wish if he hadn't at all. ]
But, what else would you like to know, Tartaglia? I could tell you everything, so that you would understand. [ ... ] Or you can try to turn your rightful frustration on me, even when I'm like this. When we both have little but our hands and feet to work with.
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...You're many things, but I wouldn't call you that.
[ He can only watch as the other moves away.
But all the same, he doesn't have anymore to say to that, as the other man continues to walk off, so that he can stop, some ways from him.
And then at that very moment, he sees the way the other's shoulders shake. Perhaps this was more of an eventuality; making someone he'd never thought he would make upset. He doesn't look down on the other male for it, he'd never. With the knowledge that he is simply likely to make it worse, no matter what he says, because he acts so foolishly so far, he can only continue to speak. Maybe until Tartaglia would wish if he hadn't at all. ]
But, what else would you like to know, Tartaglia? I could tell you everything, so that you would understand. [ ... ] Or you can try to turn your rightful frustration on me, even when I'm like this. When we both have little but our hands and feet to work with.