When she says the word "care", something quite unexpected happens: Sam starts to laugh, a low throaty chuckle that seems quite out of character for someone who was practically whimpering with every syllable before.
"You? Care about me? Oh, what a joke. What a joke."
He turns to her, and even though he seemed to not able to smile before- well, he's definitely smiling now, even though it's not at all a nice one. It just cuts across his face like a dagger, while his eyes glimmer darkly as he stares back at her.
"Oh, as if you can just up and forget about this! How nice life would be if we could just pretend that everything wrong had never happened...but no, you'll remember this. You always will." And he tilts his head to the side. "That memory is already tainted, isn't it? How can you care about me when your mind is practically screaming at you that something is wrong? No, you don't care. Not really."
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"You? Care about me? Oh, what a joke. What a joke."
He turns to her, and even though he seemed to not able to smile before- well, he's definitely smiling now, even though it's not at all a nice one. It just cuts across his face like a dagger, while his eyes glimmer darkly as he stares back at her.
"Oh, as if you can just up and forget about this! How nice life would be if we could just pretend that everything wrong had never happened...but no, you'll remember this. You always will." And he tilts his head to the side. "That memory is already tainted, isn't it? How can you care about me when your mind is practically screaming at you that something is wrong? No, you don't care. Not really."