Teja didn't move, save for watching her pace back and forth. He was standing straight, perfect posture as always, with his arms crossed in front of his chest. His fingers were tracing the outlines of two daggers in his jacket as she ranted and raved. When she finished with her rant and she came to a conclusion, he shook his head.
"You're wrong. I thought it would work, but it didn't. I'm not all-knowing, 359. I'm just not looking for this kind of relationship. Anyway, I work better alone. I know that, now." His voice was level and even, without anger, or patronizing as he usually had. "It's not that you're too much for me, it's that I can't take this path anymore. If you want to continue as we were, that's fine, I just can't do this. I can't, because I know even for you, this is beyond brutal." He uncrossed his arms, using the movement to draw out his knives, holding one in each hand.