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❝Hanzo, no.❞ Her words were firm but they were not cold; they struggled to be with him, even in the presence of such bitter heartache as THIS.
A hand took his wrist firm and the other pressed the door closed shut, defying his intentions of leaving. She was never a forceful woman, lest it necessary.
❝You are not an easy man to find, and I went to great lengths to track you down. If you still respect me as you did you will talk with me.❞ A play at his way of reasoning, but even though she had her wit her body was growing tense; her fingertips curled into the varnish of the mahogany door, and grip became almost vice on his skin. Troubled emotions begged to edge closer to the surface but she would deny them for as long as she could, too highly guarded behind walls built of pride and discipline.
❝I need to just understand why.❞ Dark eyes would search his for a moment, welcoming silence as they did. ❝...If you even know yourself.❞
