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Festival leads them outside and the fresh air helps to clear his head a bit as well as make him uncomfortably aware of the rawness in his eyes tears left. He hated crying. He hated this feeling, a mixture of shame and anger and frustration and guilt. Yet when Festival apologizes first, Chris looks up, eyes wide and brows high.
"What're you to be apologizing for? I'm the one who all but put my fist through your 'temple' wall cause it suited me. You're right, I messed up those people's nights out without care for thought of them for even a moment. I hurt them and I didn't care! You've nothing to be sorry about."

Especially since, by all rights, Chris still didn't care even now that he knew to look at it that way...he cared more about it mattering to Festival.

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Festival opens his mouth, then closes it again speechlessly. He was expecting a protest to which he thinks Chris has a right after he took it so much farther than they'd agreed upon, airing his personal grievance for their audience and taking advantage of the city's punishment to get his own in.

Finally words come to him again. "I...I won't deny that I was upset when I heard. But you didn't agree to what I just did. I ought to have been able to tell you without...without striking you."