[ lumine finds her hands shaking, pressing her lips together and biting her tongue to keep herself from lashing out. from pointing out what childe had told her a few days ago about the two of them being one and the same, about being the same person. ]

You want your apology? Fine, sorry that you had to worry your head over me, that you were ignored for the past few days, that you got injured and nearly died because of me.

[ her voice is bitter, acerbic, her temper finally boiling over as well. how dare he throw these things at her face. how dare he lecture her for things that are well within her rights to do. how dare he ask for an apology when she's never done so from him for dragging her into this mess in the first place. ]

Are you finally happy? Now you can get out and you can stop worrying about me.