[ Sveta's touch is gentle, she's leaning close. Even now he has to swallow against a tight throat at her proximity, his eyes following her as she studies his face, his head. ]
— got a few good hits in. Fists only.
[ And he hadn't tried to defend himself, aside from to attempt to block her furious strikes. She'd deserved every one of them. ]
She's— she was— someone I failed, here.
[ His words grow softer, something sore under them, as tender as any of these bruises. ]
no subject
[ Sveta's touch is gentle, she's leaning close. Even now he has to swallow against a tight throat at her proximity, his eyes following her as she studies his face, his head. ]
— got a few good hits in. Fists only.
[ And he hadn't tried to defend himself, aside from to attempt to block her furious strikes. She'd deserved every one of them. ]
She's— she was— someone I failed, here.
[ His words grow softer, something sore under them, as tender as any of these bruises. ]
I understand why she was angry.