"I just don't know how I should feel." Before articulating further, he blows on the coffee, then takes a small sip. "I was... angry, to be honest. Furious, even. I tried so hard to reason with him, but he kept retaliating. Trying to drive me away. Repeating again and again how 'awful' he allegedly was, how I'd never care for the 'real' him, and that he was going to die anyway. It became too much, so I excused myself."