[He remains as he is, his eyes obscured, his lips set in a fine line. Unaffected, watching without interest or care how she struggles. Even if it's hurting him inside.

He stands up and walks closer to her, menacingly even. But his eyes remain obscured, his expression remains a mask even if she tried to discern it.]

You did? What about your parents? You saw them a little while ago as well, right? Petting your head, kissing your forehead, waving goodbye. "Don't worry Ange, we will be back in a couple of days and Battler will come as well. Just concentrate on getting well, you will be able to come and see everyone next year." Did you get well already? Do you still have a cold?

[He leans forward, predatory. His next words are low, barely a whisper that she may miss.]

I won't stop. I told you, I won't allow you to forget me even if it's for your own happiness.