[He sighs, frustrated, aggressively raking his claws through his mohawk before switching to audio for a moment.]
Look, I'm sorry. Okay? I'm just sorry.
[It's a little obvious now, as in why he didn't respond verbally at first.]
[His voice is almost shot; scratchy, hoarse, quieter than usual. But he's trying to make a point. He means it when he says he's sorry, when he says his opinion on Darkleer has changed. He just really doesn't know... how.]
Text -> Audio; ...nuthin...
Look, I'm sorry. Okay? I'm just sorry.
[It's a little obvious now, as in why he didn't respond verbally at first.]
[His voice is almost shot; scratchy, hoarse, quieter than usual. But he's trying to make a point. He means it when he says he's sorry, when he says his opinion on Darkleer has changed. He just really doesn't know... how.]