[The thought bubble whites out for a moment, then goes purple. Another flash of Mindfang's laughter, as a jade-blood slave's hands work their way up her bodice, trembling.

He clenches his fists at his sides, struggling to control that damnable thing. Oceans. Think of oceans. It's still tinged with purple blood. Why does this always happen to him? Why did he even entertain the possibility in the first place? He's never really pursued a flushed relationship before, and he obviously did a terrible job if Darkleer's decided he's not interested in any sort of sex with him, now.]

That's just as wwell. I'vve decided that I'm done wwith red quadrants, so I wwas wworkin' up to tell you that it's just not going to wwork. Anywway, it wwas pretty fuckin' obvvious you wwere regrettin' it from the beginning, only you wwouldn't say so! I thought... wwell, I'd givve you a chance, since it wwas obvvious you wwanted something, but I nevver wwould a thought of you as a good match for me.

[Lies, tangled with truth, and god he just wants him to go]

If that's all, you're dismissed.