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Of [I]course[/I] she would reply in kind.

Honestly, Kalder had no idea what to expect at first. For just a moment, he saw the old Demi, vulnerable and alone. But once again, he was thrown back to the other side of the wall she had thrown up as soon as she had realized it was him. Not that he blamed her, but at the same time, he really wished she would cut him some sort of slack. Why couldn't they at least be cordial? Why did things have to spiral out of control like this? Was it just wishful thinking on his part? Even as his mind asked, however, he found a majority of the answers to his questions. They couldn't be cordial because he had betrayed her trust. They spiraled out of control because he wasn't being honest. It was wishful thinking on his part to think he could have things his way with no consequences.

The best thing to do would be to turn around and leave. So Kalder fully entered the room, taking a seat a few feet away from Demi. He knew her tears were a result of his own actions. This probably wasn't the first time he had made her cry. No, as harsh as it sounded, he couldn't think about that right now.

"[color=green]It looks like you're sitting here, alone, away from everyone so you can wallow in your own thoughts,[/color]" He replied somewhat dryly. "[color=green]I don't understand you. You're more than willing to unleash this vengeful, spiteful side in response to anything I say or do, even when I'm trying to reach out to you. What, do you think I [I]like[/I] to see you like this?[/color]"