Yes, [he whirls on him, an accusation sharp in his tone] and I changed my mind! 'twas not what I had wanted - and that is all!

[A few beats pass. His breath comes in harsh, rasping pants, shoulders locked. No danger here - though his heart won't stop kicking at his ribs like it wants out. It takes an incredible effort just to will his hands to open, to stay loose at his sides.]

You did enough. [He adds, lowly, eyeing him.] ...You served your purpose.

[If only that were true.]