[He's silent for a long, uncomfortable moment. His jaw clenches. He finds he can't maintain eye contact, and glares at the opposite wall instead.
He is, slowly but surely, being worn down. Inevitability digs claws of doubt back into him, right at the edges. Some things simply are. They can't be changed, only toppled. Some people suffer, and can't be fixed. Some people can't notice at all that they might be suffering.]
I'm still not hearing a decent reason why you won't.
[He doesn't have much in way of arguments left. It might be a sign he knows he's losing.]
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He is, slowly but surely, being worn down. Inevitability digs claws of doubt back into him, right at the edges. Some things simply are. They can't be changed, only toppled. Some people suffer, and can't be fixed. Some people can't notice at all that they might be suffering.]
I'm still not hearing a decent reason why you won't.
[He doesn't have much in way of arguments left. It might be a sign he knows he's losing.]