[Rosalind can see that Robert is waiting for more. Waiting to be laid into, struck again, screamed at...but it doesn't come. Not this time. Tears well up in his eyes, and he blinks them back. He looks down to his fist, the discordance of seeing HIS hand instead of hers making Rosalind reel.
Robert might have been the one hit, but blood starts to trickle from Rosalind's nose, falling against the light fabric of his jacket. He speaks, voice cold and shaking, all pretense lost. It's over.
It's all over.]
Allow me to dispense with one more truth before I leave, then.
I hate you, Rosalind. More than anyone else.
Goodbye.
[With that, he turns on his heel, shoving past and leaving the feed running as he slams the door behind him.]
Action/Video; we need hot chocolate or tea and snuggles definitely we have done a horrible thing
Robert might have been the one hit, but blood starts to trickle from Rosalind's nose, falling against the light fabric of his jacket. He speaks, voice cold and shaking, all pretense lost. It's over.
It's all over.]
Allow me to dispense with one more truth before I leave, then.
I hate you, Rosalind. More than anyone else.
Goodbye.
[With that, he turns on his heel, shoving past and leaving the feed running as he slams the door behind him.]