[ she shivers. he really isn't going to be content with destroying the fold. he really wants to turn it into a weapon against the grisha's enemies — against his enemies.
and, maybe, against hers. alina rips out that weed before it can take root. it isn't welcome. she digs her fingers tighter into the edges of the fire blanket in her arms, trying to swallow down her discomfort. her hate.
maybe she's pressing her luck. maybe all of this is, and she'll come to regret her mistakes too soon because she can't keep it going. but for now, she can't stop herself. the reply bubbles out of her. ]
It wasn't your crime. [ that's what he claimed. ] What do you need absolution for?
no subject
and, maybe, against hers. alina rips out that weed before it can take root. it isn't welcome. she digs her fingers tighter into the edges of the fire blanket in her arms, trying to swallow down her discomfort. her hate.
maybe she's pressing her luck. maybe all of this is, and she'll come to regret her mistakes too soon because she can't keep it going. but for now, she can't stop herself. the reply bubbles out of her. ]
It wasn't your crime. [ that's what he claimed. ] What do you need absolution for?