"What did you say to her?" Emilia asked him as she watched him take another glass of wine, drowning in his sadness.
"I said a lot, too much maybe...each word more horrible than the other" he admitted as he looked ahead of him, all thriuvh there conversation, he looked at his sister, his gaze had been fixed on nothing on particular, he just, just stared at an empty space.
"If you knew the words were harsh why didn't you just shut the f**k up?" She asked him, watching him closely. Even though she felt bad for him, she thought it was necessary to call him out on his bullshit.
"I don't know" he replied her, he didn't even react to her harsh tone. It was almost like he didn't hear her at all, except he did because now he replied her.
She knew he was pained, she could see it as clear as day
