[The last thing Dion expects is such a volatile reaction. He flinches back first, then briefly rises upward as if to meet a fight. When he realizes that Clive isn't angry, and that he doesn't intend to strike again, he quickly sits back down. Shame burns through him briefly at the scolding, before this too is swallowed down.
I don't know how, some small part of him thinks to say. He folds this voice into the palm of his hand and squashes it before it can further haunt his thoughts.]
If neither answer will satisfy you, then I know not what you want.
[Clive had already spelled it out to him. The problem is that it's not something Dion can yet comprehend.]
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I don't know how, some small part of him thinks to say. He folds this voice into the palm of his hand and squashes it before it can further haunt his thoughts.]
If neither answer will satisfy you, then I know not what you want.
[Clive had already spelled it out to him. The problem is that it's not something Dion can yet comprehend.]