[ Fully parted from him, her hands return to clasp at her own arms. She watches him pace back and forth until she cannot watch him any longer, turning and bowing her head, only to look at him once more when he brings up another knife she’s plunged into him... only this time she’s no idea where it went.
“The worst of it.” Worse than... what she’s done already to him? Another slight against the one she loves, more proof she’s failed. That she’s doing what they have wrong. With all this against her, how could he say he’s happy with her?
She pales as she gazes at him, but remains steady. Now is the time to listen.
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“The worst of it.” Worse than... what she’s done already to him? Another slight against the one she loves, more proof she’s failed. That she’s doing what they have wrong. With all this against her, how could he say he’s happy with her?
She pales as she gazes at him, but remains steady. Now is the time to listen.
Faintly, ]
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