[ it's a grim comfort. 'you're not alone.' that's the problem, after all. had there been no ravkans, no grisha, no fjerdan druskelle to plague her here, she might have been safe. she might have stood a chance, and ravka too.
instead, she bunks terribly near a witch hunter, the black heretic, and a grisha spy who she desperately wants to trust but can't quite be sure isn't perfectly aware of and loyal to said heretic and spying on her.
she nods all the same. she can appreciate the sentiment, and try to hold onto the assurance all the same for its spirit. it should be nice, not to be alone. the real problem is how alone she feels because of how many people she knows here, but if it weren't for that, surely she could imagine how nice it would be to share in her burden with someone. and so, she musters a smile. ]
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instead, she bunks terribly near a witch hunter, the black heretic, and a grisha spy who she desperately wants to trust but can't quite be sure isn't perfectly aware of and loyal to said heretic and spying on her.
she nods all the same. she can appreciate the sentiment, and try to hold onto the assurance all the same for its spirit. it should be nice, not to be alone. the real problem is how alone she feels because of how many people she knows here, but if it weren't for that, surely she could imagine how nice it would be to share in her burden with someone. and so, she musters a smile. ]
Alright, enough politics, about this fish dream.