Wolfram was practically emotionless on the outside, his eyes cold. He stopped only a few feet away from her, narrow his gaze. It's so satisfying to see her so angry at me, but it hurts so much at the same time....Why the pain? Why me...? "You want me dead, then?" Cold rain ran down his face, strands of his raven black hair plastering itself to his forehead. The rain was almost as unwelcoming and cold as he tone seemed."You know, Bleddyn, I'm not going to fight with you. I'm done fighting. I'm...I'm done with arguing and being agitated twenty four seven. You obviously hate me, and don't want to see me, ever again. Fine. I can't force you to be my friend."He paused momentarily, his cold gaze seeming to soften ever so slightly."I'm not going to apologize, because I have nothing to apologize for. I don't expect you to apologize either. I don't need a apology, because quite frankly I don't deserve it. I know I haven't probably been the best person to you these past...however many days its been, but I'm trying. My actions are-"He clenched his fists tightly, clenching his jaw."-Very childish and unfair. I know that now. I can't change what I've said. But I can try and change my future actions. I....I really can't say anything else Bleddyn, all I can say is...I tried to be nice, but I guess I just can't."He turned away from her, starting to walk back into the Multitude bases. She's a lost cause...