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He breathed in quietly, taking care to feel the air enter his lungs, and then just as delicately exhale it. It was... a perplexing string of thoughts he was currently experiencing, each one less definitive and more unresolving than the next. It would require him to explain to Emmeline his history with Therese and her insufferable ex-boyfriend for her to understand why it had been... why he was obligated to help Therese deal with her past in the only way he knew he could. But then, Emmeline would not have approved of his actions, returning to Europe for Remy's murder, or the fact that he had obliviated Therese's entire memory of him that day in the park...

And then, it was with a pained internal sigh that he next thought how Emmeline knew very little of his friends from his Hogwarts days. Evan she knew, yes, and Mackenzie only because she had forced her way into both of their lives, but even then that had only been... she would never truly understand...

He would not be reprimanded like a child for his own actions. It was his life, and his responsibilities to what damages he had caused in the past. It was necessary... for him to clean up what he could, now. There was nothing else for Emmeline to... it was a different part of his life, before her, that she didn't fit into for the right reasons. She did deserve an apology for scaring her, but somehow, Caradoc couldn't quite give it to her. Because if felt trite, or because he knew there would be more for him to apologize in the immediate future, he wasn't sure.

By now, the silence between them had lapsed significantly. It had come time to speak, come time to set the tone that Emmeline had cautiously opened with her soft words. But he could not meet her with her level of sincerity, no. He could not. And that she so demanded it of him...

Caradoc's face screwed up severely for a brief moment, then relaxed. "I know what I am doing," he stated frankly. "And some things must be done." He shook his head now, and pushed off the door to stand stock straight.

"I will not entertain your ideas of what I should or should not do." His voice turned flat, very much emotionless. Caradoc looked down, now picking at the hem of his cloak. His continued in a low tone, as if speaking on a second thought. "And you of all people should know I would never purposely intend to hurt you." A cold feeling began to creep over his chest. "Have I not proven that, to you, after everything that has happened?"

Caradoc felt a bit of anger emerge within his words, but he quickly sought to temper it. There was a fine line he was grappling with... Despite calming his tone, a blaze still burned in his eyes with his last words. "Do not act as if I purposely set out with hurting you in mind."