[He almost snaps back his reply; as generous as her tone is, Ferran is too wound up, too sensitive not to hear it as an accusation.]
It can't be.
[The hand at his side is clenched in a tight fist, the one in the sling twitching as if he'd like to do the same with it, and his jaw clenches; all of that fades somewhat after a moment, however. He can't sustain that kind of passion right now.
A shallow, shaky breath passes through him—in, out.]
I saw something... outside the window. I know I did.
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It can't be.
[The hand at his side is clenched in a tight fist, the one in the sling twitching as if he'd like to do the same with it, and his jaw clenches; all of that fades somewhat after a moment, however. He can't sustain that kind of passion right now.
A shallow, shaky breath passes through him—in, out.]
I saw something... outside the window. I know I did.