[It’s not like she could stop him from doing much of anything right now- let alone making a suggestion. The way he phrases it like a polite question or matter of permission almost makes her laugh in a way that wasn’t kind at all, knowing as she did that only a threat to her life at that point would be able to muster the energy to do much moving. But she doesn’t.
She listens.
And to anyone capable of reading body language… It would be written there that she wanted what he suggests- at least in some way. Her healed pupil dilates, her fingers spasm around the bow and in the dirt, and her back legs clutch tighter to her belly at the reminder that that Yima woman… She’d offered that. She’d heard others say they’d taken those offers. She could be holding him… his soul… in her hand if she just gave this monster’s shard ti the witch, but what comes out of her mouth is a low whisper of,]
How dare you.
[Blinded by Innocence, she had mistaken this man for him once. She’d seen Matsukaze’s strong form and gentle face, seen him reach out a hand to her and she’d wanted so badly to take it, to be the sort of woman he would smile at, and instead…]
You don’t know him at all.
[To want him was selfish. Even knowing he was the one more deserving to be saved if their world really was dead… Would he hate her for forcing him to become a shard, a soul trapped and unable to exact change or take action? Would he lament and curse her for reviving him and not his pregnant sister or his young son?
She knew him for two, three moons… and it’s not enough. No matter how much she wants him it’s not enough to know. (Her brother, though… an insidious voice whispers that she at least knew what her brother would want… he’d want to be with her…)
But what she says isn’t… an actual refusal, or a condemnation of that idea, now, is it?]
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She listens.
And to anyone capable of reading body language… It would be written there that she wanted what he suggests- at least in some way. Her healed pupil dilates, her fingers spasm around the bow and in the dirt, and her back legs clutch tighter to her belly at the reminder that that Yima woman… She’d offered that. She’d heard others say they’d taken those offers. She could be holding him… his soul… in her hand if she just gave this monster’s shard ti the witch, but what comes out of her mouth is a low whisper of,]
How dare you.
[Blinded by Innocence, she had mistaken this man for him once. She’d seen Matsukaze’s strong form and gentle face, seen him reach out a hand to her and she’d wanted so badly to take it, to be the sort of woman he would smile at, and instead…]
You don’t know him at all.
[To want him was selfish. Even knowing he was the one more deserving to be saved if their world really was dead… Would he hate her for forcing him to become a shard, a soul trapped and unable to exact change or take action? Would he lament and curse her for reviving him and not his pregnant sister or his young son?
She knew him for two, three moons… and it’s not enough. No matter how much she wants him it’s not enough to know. (Her brother, though… an insidious voice whispers that she at least knew what her brother would want… he’d want to be with her…)
But what she says isn’t… an actual refusal, or a condemnation of that idea, now, is it?]