She might have said yes if this had gone differently, if he hadn't kept sweeping her feelings aside, her attempts at trying to make sense of things, her attempts just to hurt and heal. She might even have asked him. Unlikely, but traitor though he is, Sonia could not bring herself to believe he would wish on her actual harm, let alone do it himself.
She just looks crushed now, tired. She wants to go to sleep and not wake up until she's back with her sister, with the hell she's called home for ten years. She wants this to all be some awful nightmare. For all that he keeps hurting her, Byerly keeps making it so difficult to hate him. Maybe Piotr was right.
"No, I wouldn't put my life in the hands of someone who won't even look at me when he talks to me. Who looks like he wants to crawl out of skin every time he does. Who won't even let me heal."
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She might have said yes if this had gone differently, if he hadn't kept sweeping her feelings aside, her attempts at trying to make sense of things, her attempts just to hurt and heal. She might even have asked him. Unlikely, but traitor though he is, Sonia could not bring herself to believe he would wish on her actual harm, let alone do it himself.
She just looks crushed now, tired. She wants to go to sleep and not wake up until she's back with her sister, with the hell she's called home for ten years. She wants this to all be some awful nightmare. For all that he keeps hurting her, Byerly keeps making it so difficult to hate him. Maybe Piotr was right.
"No, I wouldn't put my life in the hands of someone who won't even look at me when he talks to me. Who looks like he wants to crawl out of skin every time he does. Who won't even let me heal."