Sonia's been miserable since she got here. No, she's been miserable since before that, since Miles had fallen and Tarn had taken her captive and she could see all that had happened, all the death and destruction brought down on her behalf. It's stupid. No one -- nothing that awful should have been for her sake alone.
The guards posted at her cell are there just as much to protect her as to cage her, she knows that, but when she sees Tarn all she remembers is his hands around her throat, and she goes deer-in-the-headlights on her cot, frozen. Her breath stills in her chest. For one very long, very painful moment, she is afraid.
But then the paralysis fades and she breathes out, slowly, her expression shuttering. She clasps her hands in her lap, shoulders back, staring right back at Tarn. He'd done the Cetagandans' dirty work already, and he'd enjoyed it, too -- Sonia knows a sadist when she sees one -- but he can't hurt her anymore, not in here. The Cetagandans need her in one piece if she's to be of any use to them at all. So she swallows and lifts her chin, giving Tarn the coldest gaze she can manage. She wishes she knew just how her sister does it.
"And I suppose you don't know a thing about why I'm here." She doesn't speak very loudly, concealing the parts of her voice that are still raw from crying, but pointedly.
HERE WE GO
The guards posted at her cell are there just as much to protect her as to cage her, she knows that, but when she sees Tarn all she remembers is his hands around her throat, and she goes deer-in-the-headlights on her cot, frozen. Her breath stills in her chest. For one very long, very painful moment, she is afraid.
But then the paralysis fades and she breathes out, slowly, her expression shuttering. She clasps her hands in her lap, shoulders back, staring right back at Tarn. He'd done the Cetagandans' dirty work already, and he'd enjoyed it, too -- Sonia knows a sadist when she sees one -- but he can't hurt her anymore, not in here. The Cetagandans need her in one piece if she's to be of any use to them at all. So she swallows and lifts her chin, giving Tarn the coldest gaze she can manage. She wishes she knew just how her sister does it.
"And I suppose you don't know a thing about why I'm here." She doesn't speak very loudly, concealing the parts of her voice that are still raw from crying, but pointedly.