[Silence is all that follows for a long while. Nephrite looks down and away, staring at the ground in front of him. She has a point. He knows she does. Saying that he didn't think of her and that one small act of... whatever it was constantly would be lying to himself. In fact, he would be surprised if she hadn't appeared in some form or another.
He's not mocking or skeptical anymore, but he doesn't look back up. Not yet.]
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He's not mocking or skeptical anymore, but he doesn't look back up. Not yet.]
You say it like you know from experience.