Wrath is quite aware that he has failed to inform her of a great deal both because of the curse and because of his own reasons throughout the time they have known one another. This should perhaps humble him some in recognition that he has no room to talk except it does not. He is angry and hurt regardless that she has chosen to guard herself so fiercely against him that he had little idea of all she has been through.
In truth, they both have ample reason to be angry and hurt, to have made the choices they did when they last spoke to each other. It doesn't stop Wrath from holding more tightly to his own emotions and experience, because he could not reach her.
"Perhaps it is what I would like, Emilia." His own voice is measured and careful, but there is a jagged quality to it, hinting at the sharpness of his own icy anger beneath the surface. "I am certain it would be illuminating given the skill with which you've shut me out entirely these last few weeks."
Even during the Tower, they went their separate paths in a place that could twist both their minds with such infuriating ease.
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In truth, they both have ample reason to be angry and hurt, to have made the choices they did when they last spoke to each other. It doesn't stop Wrath from holding more tightly to his own emotions and experience, because he could not reach her.
"Perhaps it is what I would like, Emilia." His own voice is measured and careful, but there is a jagged quality to it, hinting at the sharpness of his own icy anger beneath the surface. "I am certain it would be illuminating given the skill with which you've shut me out entirely these last few weeks."
Even during the Tower, they went their separate paths in a place that could twist both their minds with such infuriating ease.