[Griffith very almost does strike, right up until he's outright challenged to. Then he freezes, caught by Xian's gaze, one fist half-raised and his eyes already feeling the first dangerous prickling of angry frightened tears.
It's pathetic just how quickly his resolve has crumbled. He's supposed to be reconciled to this by now, and here's someone damn deserving of it, and yet, yet...]
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It's pathetic just how quickly his resolve has crumbled. He's supposed to be reconciled to this by now, and here's someone damn deserving of it, and yet, yet...]
I don't... I don't want to.