[ her fingers curl around and under his, leading them, a slow walk, to the scar. To let him touch the mangled raised skin. She doesn't not shiver or jump or lean into it in the half restrained way she does when he puts her hands to her hair. She does nothing much at all. Either her own forced stillness or that the nerves there are quite dead. ]
Do you know what I suppose the difference is? You see traitors. I cannot say that once upon a time, I saw that too. But now? I just see each and every single person I meet, I love, I hate - as dead. Glass eyed and white-lipped. Whether they were as loyal as her, or as deceitful as the British. I know the last thing I will remember of them, is how they looked as they breathed their last.
[ Because she survives, she always survives, time and time again. ]
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[ her fingers curl around and under his, leading them, a slow walk, to the scar. To let him touch the mangled raised skin. She doesn't not shiver or jump or lean into it in the half restrained way she does when he puts her hands to her hair. She does nothing much at all. Either her own forced stillness or that the nerves there are quite dead. ]
Do you know what I suppose the difference is? You see traitors. I cannot say that once upon a time, I saw that too. But now? I just see each and every single person I meet, I love, I hate - as dead. Glass eyed and white-lipped. Whether they were as loyal as her, or as deceitful as the British. I know the last thing I will remember of them, is how they looked as they breathed their last.
[ Because she survives, she always survives, time and time again. ]