It didn't feel like a victory. She went all stiff and then admitted she was wrong, leaving the situation unresolved and him unsatisfied. He felt so angry, so hurt, so misunderstood in his own right that he couldn't even go after her. She wasn't Sloane, he told himself. He didn't have to fight for her. It was a petty thought, but it was also true; he didn't know how much he could push Alice, as he'd never seen her like this before.
"Fine. Go," he said, wishing he had his journal so he could chuck it down in the space between them. "I don't need your help anymore. I don't want it. Healing is a stupid career path, anyways." As he spoke, the tears began to flow more freely, but he didn't care. He turned around and headed back towards the hospital wing, knowing full well he wouldn't be able to return to Sloane's side until he'd gone through the motions of his emotions.
"Fine. Go," he said, wishing he had his journal so he could chuck it down in the space between them. "I don't need your help anymore. I don't want it. Healing is a stupid career path, anyways." As he spoke, the tears began to flow more freely, but he didn't care. He turned around and headed back towards the hospital wing, knowing full well he wouldn't be able to return to Sloane's side until he'd gone through the motions of his emotions.
