You were aware that it would come down to this one way or the other.

It just simply wouldn't work, no matter how hard you tried. Your relationship with the infamous Veritas Ratio would crumble one way or the other. Perhaps it was a difference in personality, in compatibility. You were tired– of pulling him away from his research, his snide remarks every time you would force him away for quality time. The way he looked at you like you were a thorn in his side. Years of this treatment, and years of trying not to take it personally, caused your relationship to break.

And it was over. Just like that. But as soon as he felt your presence in his life fade, the way you stopped intruding on his research, or how you barely acknowledged him anymore, he immediately brought it to your attention. And, he was just a man in the end, a man desperately seeking what he craved. He had to acknowledge that he did enjoy your presence, that he loved you.

"It cannot possibly be 'over.'" Veritas scoffed, his eyes betraying the panic he felt, the deep sinking feeling resting in his heart. He glared at you, before his eyes softened slightly. "Speak to me. Tell me your secrets, the ones you desperately wanted to tell me before. Ask me your idiotic questions about my research. Your silence isn't bringing forth any productive conversation."

Maybe he realized that questions of science and progress did not speak as loud as his heart.