[ And again, somehow, that makes him smile a little, the corner of his lips quirking upward ever so slightly in a genuine, soft kind of amusement -- though that stills as Byerly keeps talking. Things to be ashamed of? He has a lot to be ashamed of. Blood on his hands, marks on his soul. But if all Byerly's got here is his sisters, that's so far from the worst of it.
( But god, there's South. South who killed her brother and as much as she deserved it, as much as he had no choice. She was his sister. North's sister, he loved her so much, and when he killed her, he felt nothing. ) ]
Try me, Byerly. [ Perhaps ill-advised. But he's curious. Likes the challenge. Wants to see what he might have. He won't let up, either. ] What was it they think you did to her?
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( But god, there's South. South who killed her brother and as much as she deserved it, as much as he had no choice. She was his sister. North's sister, he loved her so much, and when he killed her, he felt nothing. ) ]
Try me, Byerly. [ Perhaps ill-advised. But he's curious. Likes the challenge. Wants to see what he might have. He won't let up, either. ] What was it they think you did to her?