He's not sure how to feel about it. Hell, he's not sure he should feel anything about it at all. He's only here to kill her, quickly and quietly, and whatever this is--it shouldn't be stopping him. He shouldn't be talking to her at all.
But he can't not talk to her, just like he can't kill her. And...gods, what is he supposed to say? I'm sorry I tried to kill you? There are so many questions in his head, all of them having something to do with the widening crack in the dam and the memories flooding in.
(do you trust me?)
Gods, she looks so...so pale. Like someone on their way to the grave already. It'd be a mercy to send her on her way.
But he can't.]
I don't know what to say that would make things better. Gods, I--I don't even know why I want to, but I'm starting to figure it out.
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He's not sure how to feel about it. Hell, he's not sure he should feel anything about it at all. He's only here to kill her, quickly and quietly, and whatever this is--it shouldn't be stopping him. He shouldn't be talking to her at all.
But he can't not talk to her, just like he can't kill her. And...gods, what is he supposed to say? I'm sorry I tried to kill you? There are so many questions in his head, all of them having something to do with the widening crack in the dam and the memories flooding in.
(do you trust me?)
Gods, she looks so...so pale. Like someone on their way to the grave already. It'd be a mercy to send her on her way.
But he can't.]
I don't know what to say that would make things better. Gods, I--I don't even know why I want to, but I'm starting to figure it out.