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You

"Do you know what that's like for me, Thoma?"

Thoma

"..."

You

"Yeah. Exactly."

"You don't."

"And that's why you called me that name on that day."

Thoma

"..."

Thoma stood there in stunned silence, your words struck a deep chord within him. The fight seemed to drain out of him as he absorbed the full impact of your anger and pain. His shoulders sagged, and he averted his gaze, unable to meet your eyes.

The room fell into a heavy, charged silence. He took a slow, shaky breath, trying to find the strength to respond, but the weight of his past actions held him in place, leaving him speechless.

Thoma

"I... Don't know what to say."

As the intensity of your anger ebbed, you found your voice trembling and quiet.

You

"Of course you don't."

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"Why did you have to turn me in?"

You asked, the raw vulnerability in your tone cutting through the tension. 

Thoma's eyes widened — the simple yet profound question leaving him even more stunned. He struggled to find the right words, the weight of your hurt and the consequences of his actions bearing down on him. His mouth opened and closed a few times, but no sound came out, as he grappled with the enormity of your question and the depth of his regret.

Finally, after a long, painful silence, he managed to whisper.

Thoma

"I thought it was the only way to save Ayato... Treatment was so expensive and I was just so mad at you for the fog..."

 His voice broke, the genuine remorse clear in his eyes as he looked at you, hoping for some form of understanding or forgiveness.

You

"I couldn't fucking control the fog, I told you this! I told you that so clearly that day, and you didn't even listen to me!"

"Why couldn't you get another job?! Another way to make money instead of abandoning me like that?!"

"Back then, you could've told me and I could've helped you! You know why I would've done such a thing for you, Thoma?"

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"Because I actually fucking loved you."

Thoma's eyes widened in surprise as he heard your response, the words cutting through the haze of regret and sorrow that surrounded him.

Thoma's face reflected a mixture of shock and realization. The depth of your pain and the clarity of your words struck him profoundly. For the first time, he fully grasped the magnitude of his mistake and the impact it had on you. He took a tentative step closer, his voice trembling. 

Thoma

"I never wanted to make things worse. I thought... I thought I was doing the right thing back then."

You held his gaze, the silence between you now filled with a different kind of tension—a fragile, tentative hope for understanding.

You

"You were doing what Teyvat wanted. You were doing what was right for Ayato."

*Scoff*

"Why is it always fucking Ayato?!"

Thoma

"Y/N, he needed to be saved... He was about to die."

You

"I-"

*Sigh*

"I mean- I get it, he's important to you... But to do something like that to me."

"To fake your love for me."

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"Now that's just fucking cruel."

"You've known it kills since the last fog that Inazuma faced. Why didn't you just hand me in as soon as you knew?..."

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Thoma

"I couldn't do it."

You gasped quietly, your breath catching in your throat as Thoma's unexpected confession sank in. The surprise was evident in your wide eyes and parted lips, a mix of disbelief and astonishment swirling within you. 

His words echoed in your mind, and you struggled to process the magnitude of what he had just revealed. The quiet gasp was a small but significant reaction to the shock of his honesty.

Thoma

"I didn't want to do it."

"But I felt like it was the only way."

"I held back for so many months... Only Ayaka knew. She tried approaching the Tenryou Commission, but I stopped her every time."

You

"!..."

Thoma

"After months of waiting, Ayato's condition was just getting worse and worse. It even came to cardiac arrest once."

"To save him, I knew what had to be done."

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"So then I did it."

"I turned you in."

You

"I can't believe... I trusted you."

Thoma

"Please, Y/N... Try to understand-"

You

"It's hard to understand when all those things you said to me that day were necessary. Was it necessary?"

"Was it true?"

Thoma

"I- All the things I said that day were out of pure anger!"

You

"You said you hated me, you told me you'd never want to fall in love with a killer, you told me that I was a monster."

"All that was out of pure anger? It seemed genuine to me, coming straight out of your heart."

You listed a myriad of things Thoma had said to you, emphasizing each point by counting them off on your fingers, one by one. As you methodically went through the litany of his words, Thoma's face grew increasingly flushed with humiliation and shame. 

His shoulders slumped, and he struggled to maintain eye contact, feeling the full weight of your pointed enumeration. Each gesture of your fingers felt like a tangible reminder of his past mistakes, deepening his sense of regret.

Thoma

"I was angry, Y/N!"

You

"..."

"That'll be hard to believe. How can I even trust a word that comes out of that stupid mouth of yours?"

Thoma

"Please, Y/N..."

You

"I've..."

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"I've had enough of you. I don't want to see you anymore."

Thoma

"Wh-What?... No, Y/N, please let me stay a little longer, if you'd just let me explain myse-"

You

"Get the fuck out! I don't want to see you anymore!"

You screamed at him, your voice raw with emotion, as you pointed to the splintered remains of the door. The intensity of your anger and hurt clear in every word. Your finger trembled as you directed him toward the exit, the force of your command leaving no room for argument. 

Thoma recoiled slightly, the harshness of your tone and the fierce gesture cutting through the air like a blade.

Thoma

"Y/N-'

You

"I'll fucking kill you! Get the fuck out! I don't want to see your face anymore!"

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Lumine

"Caught you."

Lumine whispered urgently, her voice barely audible but laced with tension, as she carefully aimed her sword through the narrow crack formed by the toppled and shattered furniture from the barricade you had set up earlier. 

The gleaming blade of her sword glinted ominously in the dim light, the tip focused intently on you. The broken furniture created a jagged, obstructive barrier, but her determined gaze and precise positioning of the weapon conveyed her resolve, making it clear that she was ready to act at any moment.