[Lysandre isn't the only one trying his best to keep his emotions in check; Sycamore's hands have now curled into fists, and he can feel his nails coming close to breaking the skin of his palms.
He knew - they knew - that this discussion would be painful, but...he didn't think it would be this bad.]
...it was unfair of you to think it was your right to wipe the slate clean. That was pure ego.
[It's an ironic thing to say, really; it had always been so easy to excuse that ego as pure passion. If anything, he'd enjoyed it.]
Lysandre...I adore you, but surely you can recognise that?
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[Lysandre isn't the only one trying his best to keep his emotions in check; Sycamore's hands have now curled into fists, and he can feel his nails coming close to breaking the skin of his palms.
He knew - they knew - that this discussion would be painful, but...he didn't think it would be this bad.]
...it was unfair of you to think it was your right to wipe the slate clean. That was pure ego.
[It's an ironic thing to say, really; it had always been so easy to excuse that ego as pure passion. If anything, he'd enjoyed it.]
Lysandre...I adore you, but surely you can recognise that?