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[lonelysmiles]

[He can hear her holding back tears, and it's a good thing he's not in front of her because he might be tempted to try and take it all back.]

[He plants his hands on either side of the shiny mortar, gazing at his warped, inhuman reflection.]

I'm sorry, my dear, for making you believe otherwise. That was never my intent. But you need to let it go and stop hurting yourself.

[He didn't want to hurt her. He really didn't. However, he needs to push her away towards people more deserving of her time and effort.]

[invigorates]

( She wasn't holding them back very well, in truth, because they were falling down her cheeks. Lioriley was fairly good at steadying her voice, at least, once she realized it was starting to crack. )

Why are you saying these things? You cannot mean them, Alastor.

[lonelysmiles]

I do, and someone like you doesn't deserve dealing with someone like me.

[...Shit. He was going to have to clean the salt water out of the bottom of the mortar now.]

[invigorates]

( She did not believe it. Could not believe it. But she could not fathom why he was doing this to her right then, either. )

I see. I apologize for having bothered you.

[lonelysmiles]

No bother at all! I apologize for giving you that impression!

You have a good day, Miss Lioriley!

[Please end the call. Please please please so he can close the shop and go out hunting to tear into something so he doesn't have to process his feelings.]

[invigorates]

Take care, Alastor.

( Good news: she does in fact end the call there. )

[lonelysmiles]

[Once it's over, Alastor walks over to the sign to flip it from "Open" to "Closed". Yet his heart isn't in going hunting all of a sudden.]

[Instead, he cleans the mortar, waits for the current set of pills that were setting to finish to bottle them up for the customer, and then trudges upstairs to his living quarters to sit down and stare at his unlit fireplace.]

[It's for Lioriley's own good.]