Stone Circle Counting days

Loud and explosive. She was no more than a bomb ready to explode, explode, explode, and gods, her voice. Every word she spoke, it rattled his ears, screeched, and his head. Was her goal always to hurt his head? She wouldn't shut up. 
SHUT UP.

By the end of her nagging, and he knew it was not the end of it, he did understand something, finally. If he had taken nothing out of this entire event, if he had learned nothing at all, he did learn this; there was only one way to end this.
There would be only one end.

He could not appease. It took him until now to accept that what he said, or how he said it, never would. So, he shut up. And he took it.
It took there time to be silence for him to answer. Blunt, honest, and quiet. He would answer through her lens.
Tired.

Glossed eyes.

"Because I have nothing to gain." This day felt... fast. "I hope you realize that regardless of my apology, they will likely have their own ground to stand. It may not fix anything. I will try anyways. Do you still want me to go to them?"