Aurelia
How come silence is so loud in the shadows?
I wanna scream 'til it's on
I wanna scream 'til it's on
"You can do with this information what you wish. Whether or not confronting them is smart..." she tilts her head and shrugs her shoulders, leaving the rest of the sentence up for him to interpret. If he wanted to entangle himself in this issue, that was up to him. The people already in this shitstorm don't want to be, she knows that for certain, but she can also understand why he would want to seek the answers out for himself. "Just don't expect much. You're not going to get any straight answers that way." No, she imagines he will receive a long spiel about why they were right. Which is exhausting just to think about.
As for Sah's next words, they only barely seem to be matched by his expression. There is some disdain evident beneath the stark look of approval he gives her, which has her head cocking to one side curiously and her brows lowering.
A half-smirk furrows against one of her cheeks and she crosses her arms over her chest. Geez, he sure is opinionated. Still, there's something deeper hidden behind her demeanor; something dark and festering. Like a disease... or a parasite, digging in its claws even further. She cracks for a moment as it shoots a pang through her heart, enough to make her chest cave, and she drops her closed-off stance. "I stand by my actions, regardless. You should know, however, that I don't feel guilt for taking that life. There are plenty more I've taken, that were fuller, that were entirely human, whose death impacted more than a single person. Those lives... those were not worth taking, and I will atone for those before I'll beg for forgiveness over a horse that was intentionally put in the line of fire." Quite fucking literally, as well. Looking him up and down, she adds, "Not everyone is as merciful as you, you'll find."
As for Sah's next words, they only barely seem to be matched by his expression. There is some disdain evident beneath the stark look of approval he gives her, which has her head cocking to one side curiously and her brows lowering.
A half-smirk furrows against one of her cheeks and she crosses her arms over her chest. Geez, he sure is opinionated. Still, there's something deeper hidden behind her demeanor; something dark and festering. Like a disease... or a parasite, digging in its claws even further. She cracks for a moment as it shoots a pang through her heart, enough to make her chest cave, and she drops her closed-off stance. "I stand by my actions, regardless. You should know, however, that I don't feel guilt for taking that life. There are plenty more I've taken, that were fuller, that were entirely human, whose death impacted more than a single person. Those lives... those were not worth taking, and I will atone for those before I'll beg for forgiveness over a horse that was intentionally put in the line of fire." Quite fucking literally, as well. Looking him up and down, she adds, "Not everyone is as merciful as you, you'll find."
Tell my feet they should run
but they don't follow
but they don't follow
