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     Call it short circuit of head and heart. In all honesty, there was no way he'd be able to find a proper explanation for why he had chosen this moment in particular. Not when there had been countless opportunities to choose from in the past. Perhaps he'd reached a limit at last - perhaps he was unable to bear this situation for yet another miserable minute. Perhaps them working together had been a too painful reminder of the irony of it all.

     Freed didn't fail to recognize the terror in her eyes and every single fibre in his body called out to him to comfort her, immediately, without a second's hesitation. But he couldn't. Not here. Not right now. It pained him, struck another crack in his already broken heart. And he was terrified as well, so terrified. Because there was no turning back anymore - they had to walk this road or they'd forever be stuck running in a circle of misery. One that would tear him apart more and more and more with every passing day.

     "Thank you." Truly, failure was one of Freed's biggest fears and as much as he attempted to keep his composure, a trained eye would take note of the subtle changes in body language. He was certain that Jenny would be able to tell… She had come to be somebody who knew him, his mannerisms and his body by heart. Had he known just how much she was struggling with the fear of failure right now as well - oh, he would've loved nothing more than to ease this pain. This, however, was not destined to be easy or comfortable. "We should retreat to one of the other rooms to get some privacy." Politely gesturing for Jenny to go ahead, Freed made an effort to show a weak smile.

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