[Oh, those were not the words he wanted to hear.

If he was being honest with himself, there were no words he wanted to hear. There was nothing she could have just said to make it better. To make ten years- ten fucking years- of loneliness and pain and false idols and attribution just okay. As far as he's concerned, her only saving grace is that Lup is alive, here and back in Faerun. But that's it. If she had been killed, if he was going home to be alone the rest of his life, he'd have gunned her down without hesitation right where she stands.

She steps towards him and he freezes, a hand crossing his body to clamp hard on the Umbra Staff. He'll fight. He'll fight her here. She is dangerous, she is the most dangerous thing he has ever seen, because she took him from himself. She took his heart and it only took seconds. She was surgical. Precise.

He will never make the mistake of letting her that close again.]

I don't give a shit what reason you did it for! Your stupid plan? Thinking you knew better than all of us? Are you kidding me?

[The Umbra Staff is unhooked from his arm. He's not pointing it at her yet-- yet-- but it's part of his gestures now, sweeping and violent.]

You fucking took everything from me!