"But that's not for you to decide, is it?" Elliot shoots back, the words a familiar echo from years ago, his voice harsh and angry.
"No."
Rachel's voice carries easily to the door despite her only just making her way out from the hallway. She's shaking, just slightly, her hand reaching for Edgar's as she comes to stand by the door.
"Rachel. I knew you'd come around. Open the door, mm? Let's talk."
"I said it wasn't for him to decide, Reynolds," she says, the words ice cold, "I didn't say I decided you were in the right."
Elliot pauses a moment, before he starts again, his own reply brief and blunt, "What do you decide, then, Rachel?"
She opens her mouth, but her expression falters for being this close to the man who had broken her heart. There's a glance at Edgar, for strength more than anything.
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"No."
Rachel's voice carries easily to the door despite her only just making her way out from the hallway. She's shaking, just slightly, her hand reaching for Edgar's as she comes to stand by the door.
"Rachel. I knew you'd come around. Open the door, mm? Let's talk."
"I said it wasn't for him to decide, Reynolds," she says, the words ice cold, "I didn't say I decided you were in the right."
Elliot pauses a moment, before he starts again, his own reply brief and blunt, "What do you decide, then, Rachel?"
She opens her mouth, but her expression falters for being this close to the man who had broken her heart. There's a glance at Edgar, for strength more than anything.