One word. Spoken. Tore and ripped into her. The one who spoke it.
I followed you.
What gave you the right?
I was worried.
Silence. Well, you shouldn't have been.
Would you really do it? Join her?
Well I don't have much left to hold me here.
Finally turn to face.
Not even you.
His face. She's regret if not for the truth.
I didn't lie before. I did love you. But there's nothing left here for me.
And that's all it takes for you to abandon the good side?
Please, you are not that naïve.
...No, I'm not.
None of us know what's right anymore.
Backstabbing isn't.
Couldn't answer.
A step from her. A flinch from him.
Scared? Of me?
I didn't used to be.
Don't worry. I just need to use the radio, then I'll be gone.
Going where? I should stop you, you know.
Brush past his shoulder, then nothing.
