[ They are both so, so terrible at communication. Out of all the Hargreeves, they're the two least-socialised, the ones least well-adjusted where it comes to other people. They've grown too accustomed to solitude, to doing things on their own. So Luther sits and chews over that revelation for a moment, tries to come up with the right words, and fails. 'I'm sorry' doesn't really seem to cut it.
Maybe: 'You're a better man than me.' ]
Then I'm glad you were strong enough to say no.
There's a difference, though. There's no apocalypse to avert here. No strings like that attached anymore.
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Maybe: 'You're a better man than me.' ]
Then I'm glad you were strong enough to say no.
There's a difference, though. There's no apocalypse to avert here. No strings like that attached anymore.