Not new pain. Armand had reminded him as much. The thing is done. It cannot be changed. Armand has done what he's done. Louis had been in the building, departing.
It doesn't matter what he should have done. Nothing can be undone.
It had been a hard truth then. Harder now, in the wake of Armand's demonstration. The running repetition of fault his actions have cultivated in Louis.
What can he say?
Nothing.
His hands slip into his pockets. A minor nod, acknowledging he's heard this, that he has no rejoinder to offer. They walk. Louis is quiet.
no subject
Painful.
Not new pain. Armand had reminded him as much. The thing is done. It cannot be changed. Armand has done what he's done. Louis had been in the building, departing.
It doesn't matter what he should have done. Nothing can be undone.
It had been a hard truth then. Harder now, in the wake of Armand's demonstration. The running repetition of fault his actions have cultivated in Louis.
What can he say?
Nothing.
His hands slip into his pockets. A minor nod, acknowledging he's heard this, that he has no rejoinder to offer. They walk. Louis is quiet.