[Unfortunately, Kevin doesn't understand her nearly as well as he'd need to in order to appreciate that. Mostly he's just growing more and more uncomfortable with every word she says. He doesn't want her to "try hard" to make him happy. He wants to be left alone, with his grief and his regrets and the anger that comes over him in waves, entirely outside of his control. She clearly doesn't know what she's messing with, and if it weren't for the sword in his hand -- tethering him to her now, in a way -- he'd try again to just up and leave.
As it is, he shifts uncomfortably, like a stray animal thinking of bolting.]
You don't know me at all. You shouldn't -- ah.
...you'll be disappointed.
[The swordsman can't even sound regretful about that. If she tries to make him happy, she'll be disappointed. That's just how it is.]
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As it is, he shifts uncomfortably, like a stray animal thinking of bolting.]
You don't know me at all. You shouldn't -- ah.
...you'll be disappointed.
[The swordsman can't even sound regretful about that. If she tries to make him happy, she'll be disappointed. That's just how it is.]