I wasn't looking for anything. [He's finally, finally grasped onto the one thing from that night that can't be thrown back in his face. The insult that's just as brutal to Petre as it is to him, but it's got no context to be used against him here. And every context against Petre.]
I let my guard down because I pitied you. [He loads and delivers that word the same way he'd spit in Petre's face.]
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I let my guard down because I pitied you. [He loads and delivers that word the same way he'd spit in Petre's face.]