Oh, well, thank you for the permission to have feelings. You are too kind.
[He takes a drink, planning on letting that scathing comment be the end of the conversation. Except she's radiating compassion and he can't stand it. He doesn't deserve her compassion, not after everything he's done. He needs to nip that emotion in the bud.
He rolls off the couch and goes over to the desk, where he had tossed the letters.] Let's see ... Dear Damon, I heard you fought bravely at the Battle of Something or Another. You have served the Confederacy well. I'm proud of you, son.
He never actually sent any of these. I'm surprised he didn't burn them after I left the army. I guess he wanted to rub it in my face.
[Taking another swig of his drink, he hurls the letters into the fireplace ... then drunkenly realizes there's no fire going. Damn it. A good dramatic moment ruined. This night sucks.]
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[He takes a drink, planning on letting that scathing comment be the end of the conversation. Except she's radiating compassion and he can't stand it. He doesn't deserve her compassion, not after everything he's done. He needs to nip that emotion in the bud.
He rolls off the couch and goes over to the desk, where he had tossed the letters.] Let's see ... Dear Damon, I heard you fought bravely at the Battle of Something or Another. You have served the Confederacy well. I'm proud of you, son.
He never actually sent any of these. I'm surprised he didn't burn them after I left the army. I guess he wanted to rub it in my face.
[Taking another swig of his drink, he hurls the letters into the fireplace ... then drunkenly realizes there's no fire going. Damn it. A good dramatic moment ruined. This night sucks.]