[ She draws their hands up, she has no apologies to give, and no recourse to how to turn back. It wasn't a step she ever learned well. In truth, if she were to be captured again, knowing what would happen to her, the choice was simple: she would bite her own tongue. She would choke on her own blood. She will commit herself, before letting them draw anything else from her, drown in herself first before another could. He cannot protect her and he cannot save her.
She doesn't say it.
Instead she presses a kiss to the inside of his wrist. Warm and soft and consoling. He will lose her, after all, one of these days. ]
I've been fighting battles for longer than you've been living, my shamshir.
[ It's smiled in the close of his skin. Let him take courage in that, if he can in nothing else about her. ]
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She doesn't say it.
Instead she presses a kiss to the inside of his wrist. Warm and soft and consoling. He will lose her, after all, one of these days. ]
I've been fighting battles for longer than you've been living, my shamshir.
[ It's smiled in the close of his skin. Let him take courage in that, if he can in nothing else about her. ]