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[foundjuanting]

[One Juan Borgia's bedroom, a little lounge area by the window, a fuckton of pillows on it, and a Juan resting on them. Go]

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[foundjuanting]

And what of mine? Am I to remain patient while your injuries are tended to? I have been abandoned by you and my sister both. Have I not been raveged by disease and madness, during then was I not mocked and then lost what honor I had? You have suffered, but I have as well, and I did not lie when I spoke of our pain. Would you have me swallow it as you have done, and become what you are now? That will simply leave us as it did before, and all your healing will be undone.

[cardinalsinned]

My love for you has been strained to the absolute limit, both by your behavior and by this place. If we are to heal then I need space. Whatever you do in my absence means little to me, but I know no wounds will heal while we are forced into each others space.

[foundjuanting]

Do you actually love me brother? I asked long ago, and received no clear answer.

[cardinalsinned]

Yes.

[and now he really is going to leave]

[foundjuanting]

[mostly to himself]

I regret giving those to you already.

[cardinalsinned]

[he's going to leave the bag in the hallway, not wanting to be in charge of your vices anymore]

[foundjuanting]

[dick]

[cardinalsinned]

[how is that a dick move? other than him basically saying he doesn't accept your apology]