[Sabo is eerily calm throughout. He's not afraid, though he's pretty sure he should be. In a way, he supposes, he deserves this. This and more. But what would meeting up serve? More fighting? To what end? No. It's not going to go out like that.]

I'm-- I'm sorry. [he means it though it's hard to say and he hates that it's hard to say] That wasn't right of me to say... I don't even feel that way I--

[but there's no point babbling. He's said he's sorry and while he could make up for it by going Ace's way he refuses. There's something else that needs doing and the further apart they are, the better for both of them]

But I'm not going to meet you. Not anywhere. Not any time. I have deadlines. Practice. If you want to have it out here, fine, but otherwise just find someone else to [bother] befriend.

[or kill, he adds mentally. But honestly doesn't want to encourage him]