[Dimitri thought her refusal to so much as ask to be let go would anger him further, but instead, he's... sad. Is this why the professor kept looking at him with that tired, helpless expression? Because he was so far gone that he couldn't so much as reach out his hand?
He thinks he understands, now. That expression was never pity, it was just helpless sorrow.]
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He thinks he understands, now. That expression was never pity, it was just helpless sorrow.]
I suppose that's how it has to be between us.