[Childe's eyes search her own as she speaks, but for what, he doesn't know. If she's being sincere, if she's telling him the truth, or if she's holding something back. He can feel the fire behind his own gaze, where usually he might be unreadable. But Childe feels no reason to hide exactly what he's feeling at the moment.]
It sounds to me like I was never going to have a choice or say in the matter anyway.
[Even saying those words burn him, and he almost regrets even wanting to speak with her now about it. But he does want an explanation, either way- and he waits patiently to let her do so.
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It sounds to me like I was never going to have a choice or say in the matter anyway.
[Even saying those words burn him, and he almost regrets even wanting to speak with her now about it. But he does want an explanation, either way- and he waits patiently to let her do so.