[ If she never hears that cane again in her life, it will be too soon.
There's something almost blindsiding about what he says. It's not about things being unplanned, though she'll take that; it's relief she can grasp onto tightly even now. No, it's the 'sorry' that has her particularly rattled. Sciel's expression is incredulous, at war with every other emotion she can usually handle.
She's quiet when she says: ]
I'd sooner wish you'd be sorry about everyone you've killed.
[ The beach, the other expeditions... So many loved ones lost. And one in particular she won't ever forgive. But would an apology do anything? Just add more salt to the wounds. It's not worth focusing on. ]
Got you too, then? Whatever brought us here. [ Interesting. ] I'm guessing it wasn't her doing.
[ She's meaning the Paintress. She could even buy she'd do something to prevent Sciel from being with her friends, but to send away this man? Not a chance. ]
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There's something almost blindsiding about what he says. It's not about things being unplanned, though she'll take that; it's relief she can grasp onto tightly even now. No, it's the 'sorry' that has her particularly rattled. Sciel's expression is incredulous, at war with every other emotion she can usually handle.
She's quiet when she says: ]
I'd sooner wish you'd be sorry about everyone you've killed.
[ The beach, the other expeditions... So many loved ones lost. And one in particular she won't ever forgive. But would an apology do anything? Just add more salt to the wounds. It's not worth focusing on. ]
Got you too, then? Whatever brought us here. [ Interesting. ] I'm guessing it wasn't her doing.
[ She's meaning the Paintress. She could even buy she'd do something to prevent Sciel from being with her friends, but to send away this man? Not a chance. ]