[The moment he sees her taken aback, there's some waver in his ire, but it's not until there's that clatter of the razor and her words sinking in that he really starts to regret his words.
Whatever the hell he's feeling, and as poor as her attempts are—attempts he's finally starting to see more clearly—that doesn't mean he should take it out on her.
So when she pushes past him.]
Benedikta—
[A tired, rough voice calls out as he turns and reaches out to try and grab her arm to stop her.]
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Whatever the hell he's feeling, and as poor as her attempts are—attempts he's finally starting to see more clearly—that doesn't mean he should take it out on her.
So when she pushes past him.]
Benedikta—
[A tired, rough voice calls out as he turns and reaches out to try and grab her arm to stop her.]
Benna, wait—