Of course, when Faust puts it like that, there's no reason for him to try and figure things out. Figaro left the wound. He's the one who owes that.
And what a wound it is. Certainly not as significant as Alec's betrayal but nevertheless, it's been left to fester all this time. With Faust's way of life it would've been a miracle if it had healed.
How long did he wait? How long did he wonder about the man before he realized fully and truly that he was never--
--coming back. She's never coming back. The realization socks him in the gut, almost out of nowhere. He can't breathe. He--
"No..." He shakes his head, trying to push that memory down. He doesn't want it. Not now. To Faust, he says, "...Sorry... Head's being... weird..."
And with the worst timing. He reaches up for his braid to check he hasn't dislodged the flowers placed within it. He ignores the strange sense of dread settling in his heart.
"... Even after... hurting you... you can still... see his positives... You're really... generous Faust... I'm sorry... that all that... happened..."
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And what a wound it is. Certainly not as significant as Alec's betrayal but nevertheless, it's been left to fester all this time. With Faust's way of life it would've been a miracle if it had healed.
How long did he wait? How long did he wonder about the man before he realized fully and truly that he was never--
--coming back. She's never coming back. The realization socks him in the gut, almost out of nowhere. He can't breathe. He--
"No..." He shakes his head, trying to push that memory down. He doesn't want it. Not now. To Faust, he says, "...Sorry... Head's being... weird..."
And with the worst timing. He reaches up for his braid to check he hasn't dislodged the flowers placed within it. He ignores the strange sense of dread settling in his heart.
"... Even after... hurting you... you can still... see his positives... You're really... generous Faust... I'm sorry... that all that... happened..."