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What she really ought to do is lock herself up for the week. Any time she meets another captive she's dunked head first into their dark past, like someone's trying to drown her in a toilet bowl.
This one is a mix. There is the warmth of friendship, quite a steady stream of calm. The doubt mounts though, and it's slowly becoming clear that the man he nobly rescued may not be worth the effort to save him. Lofty morals are easier to uphold when there's more laws in place, stricter watches, better tracking. This is a feudal space though, and people are quick to turn to a knife when the chips are down. Alfyn means well. More's the pity for him when pessimism proves triumphant.
Feeling the axe sink into Miguel's neck, though. She drops out of the vision with her hands aloft, perched on an invisible handle. She's sweating, shaking.
She hates the ones where she's made to kill the most.]
...Alfyn. [Her eyes close and she swallows, straightening. Wiping the sweat from her palms on her jeans.] I'm sorry.
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What she really ought to do is lock herself up for the week. Any time she meets another captive she's dunked head first into their dark past, like someone's trying to drown her in a toilet bowl.
This one is a mix. There is the warmth of friendship, quite a steady stream of calm. The doubt mounts though, and it's slowly becoming clear that the man he nobly rescued may not be worth the effort to save him. Lofty morals are easier to uphold when there's more laws in place, stricter watches, better tracking. This is a feudal space though, and people are quick to turn to a knife when the chips are down. Alfyn means well. More's the pity for him when pessimism proves triumphant.
Feeling the axe sink into Miguel's neck, though. She drops out of the vision with her hands aloft, perched on an invisible handle. She's sweating, shaking.
She hates the ones where she's made to kill the most.]
...Alfyn. [Her eyes close and she swallows, straightening. Wiping the sweat from her palms on her jeans.] I'm sorry.