[She wishes he wasn't looking at her. Her own gaze almost slips away, but she doesn't want to be a coward, either. It wavers, though, in the moment, her grey eyes roiling like storm clouds despite her attempt to be cold. It had once been so easy to be cold and calm.]
Wanting to atone is not the same thing as achieving it.
[He isn't wrong about how determined she is to return home. But she has never said in so many words that she wanted to return only to die. She has never said aloud what it was she had done in her own world that meant she had to die. And she didn't plan on saying it here, or saying it today, but he's here acting like he's the one between them who isn't good and-]
And there are some things that cannot be forgotten, even if death can cleanse the dishonor.
[Her fingers spasm where they are laced with his.]
Does your god forgive those who turn their backs on their own race? Does he forgive those who enslave them and consign them to the fate they themselves would rather die than suffer?
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Wanting to atone is not the same thing as achieving it.
[He isn't wrong about how determined she is to return home. But she has never said in so many words that she wanted to return only to die. She has never said aloud what it was she had done in her own world that meant she had to die. And she didn't plan on saying it here, or saying it today, but he's here acting like he's the one between them who isn't good and-]
And there are some things that cannot be forgotten, even if death can cleanse the dishonor.
[Her fingers spasm where they are laced with his.]
Does your god forgive those who turn their backs on their own race? Does he forgive those who enslave them and consign them to the fate they themselves would rather die than suffer?