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[Phyre stills.

Not stiff - deliberately still, like someone choosing to absorb a blow rather than deflect it. The words land. He doesn't flinch from them, and he doesn't argue.]

You are right.

[Immediate. Unequivocal. He has earned that title.

His gaze drops to the phone, to the unsent text, and something in his expression tightens - not anger this time, but shame, clean and earned.]

That message should never have existed. There is no world - game or no - where threatening you was acceptable.

[It hurts. But these are the results of his actions and he cannot deny that.]

I will leave you.

[surgicalcynicism]

[Chishiya hums, tilting his head and ignoring the quib about his text. A short three-word message to Kuina. In case Phyre had decided to kill him on sight and not talk.]

And yet you did. You text me about drinks and threaten me.

[He watches the stars again, the same deep darkness that exist always. The stars change at alarmingly slow rates, the same constellations for thousands of years.]

Alright.

[nomadicflame]

I did. I am sorry. I do not know what more I can say.

[There's nothing more to be said. That can be said. With one last gaze - it could possibly even be described as sorrowful - longing and sadness visible in his eyes, he turns away.

As quickly as he came, he is gone again into the shadows.]