Still though..

As he left the room, E.v.a felt something bubble up inside of her. Guilt? What was this feeling? She stood there long after he left, letting his words echo in her ears. She slowly lowered down to the floor and sat on her knees, bringing her arms around herself. Why did she feel like she'd said something terrible? It was true, he never taught her to censor what she said, but he never ran from her like he just did.