Damian's face was still hidden by his long hair, his hand pressed to his stinging cheek.
He was quiet for a long moment.
Then he sighed, deep and heavy, and pulled Luna close again into another hug.
She struggled for a moment, still angry, but he held on.
"...You're right. I'm a hypocrite. Complete and total hypocrite."
His voice was soft against her hair.
"But there's a difference, Luna. You were going to die pointlessly, throwing your life away when the terrorists would have killed you and everyone else anyway.
I stood against those Demons because I actually had the power to stop them, because those people could be saved if someone just stood in the way long enough."
Luna's struggles weakened as she listened.
"I'm not saying it makes it right. I'm not saying you don't have every reason to be angry with me. But I couldn't just walk away and let them die when I had the strength to fight."
"You could have died, you idiot!"
