The Cruelest Writer

"No, I didn't try to steal your work. What is wrong with you?" Nadia asked. She glanced at Xyle who stepped forward. Just the table separating him and Laural as she looked at the screen frowning as she tried a couple things. The computer did not do anything to her or even speak. 

"Do you care at all that three people are standing before you that you've harmed? We suffered for you to have everything you do. Do you even care how we feel, or what we have to say? I'm not going back there to die." Why did he have to keep repeating himself? Laural looked up at him.