[It's so tempting to say something nasty, to point out how fucking long it's taken her to come to this realization, to be petty and bitter and reminder that an apology doesn't change anything, it doesn't fix the way she ruined him.
But that reaction is kneejerk, a way to stop himself from actually having to deal with this and to make Lucretia feel bad, which is satisfying in the short term but not productive and he's... trying to be better. So he swallows down the immediate urge to snipe at her and tries to like, work out how he really feels about what she's saying, and that's not the easiest thing to do.
Taako shifts where he's sitting so he can lean back against the arm of the couch, looking up at the ceiling as he tries to sort through everything she just said.]
I'm not-- I don't forgive you. [There's nothing vicious in his tone, just quiet and sad and a little matter-of-fact, because she can be sorry, but it doesn't undo what she did.
He swallows around the lump in his throat.] But thanks. Thank you. For apologizing.
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But that reaction is kneejerk, a way to stop himself from actually having to deal with this and to make Lucretia feel bad, which is satisfying in the short term but not productive and he's... trying to be better. So he swallows down the immediate urge to snipe at her and tries to like, work out how he really feels about what she's saying, and that's not the easiest thing to do.
Taako shifts where he's sitting so he can lean back against the arm of the couch, looking up at the ceiling as he tries to sort through everything she just said.]
I'm not-- I don't forgive you. [There's nothing vicious in his tone, just quiet and sad and a little matter-of-fact, because she can be sorry, but it doesn't undo what she did.
He swallows around the lump in his throat.] But thanks. Thank you. For apologizing.