no, this isn't how it's supposed to go. he's supposed to lie. spin a pretty web that keeps her small and complacent and in some little box so that he can use her later. that's the picture that baghra painted. he isn't supposed to tell the truth. he isn't supposed to admit his withholding.
alina stops dead in the midst of the hallway. a few people bump into them, though she lets go of aleksander's arm to let him continue on as she becomes a rock in a stream. her jaw is slack, her brow furrowed. the confusion is the most real thing she's given him since that night, even if she points it in the wrong direction. ]
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no, this isn't how it's supposed to go. he's supposed to lie. spin a pretty web that keeps her small and complacent and in some little box so that he can use her later. that's the picture that baghra painted. he isn't supposed to tell the truth. he isn't supposed to admit his withholding.
alina stops dead in the midst of the hallway. a few people bump into them, though she lets go of aleksander's arm to let him continue on as she becomes a rock in a stream. her jaw is slack, her brow furrowed. the confusion is the most real thing she's given him since that night, even if she points it in the wrong direction. ]
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