they say that war is hell, but,
true hell begins when the battle ends
and you're the only one whose
hands still drip red
At his question, she can’t help the slight chime of laughter. “Oh, yes.” She begins with a small shrug. “Well, you see, I think it was that Bastien had threatened him for what he did to me. I think that Lucas was trying to use me to get back at Bastien. He knew I would never choose him.” There’s a hum of laughter that leaves her at that, because it’s a thought she can’t fathom.
As for the mention of the branding, she had only done it because she knew that neither of them could feel the pain, but that Rexanna held the fire within her veins that could end him, should the need arise. It had never gotten to that point, and in fact she wonders if perhaps it would have backfired – would have made him more obsessed with trying to use her, sway her, to get back at Bastien. She’ll never know, and for a moment she’s thankful for that.
Instead, they speak of the council and her own history, and a wry smile meets her own pale face as her emerald gaze drifts over to Jigano with a small shrug. “Ultimately it’s the person’s fault who ordered whatever it was. This just makes it easier to be able to essentially be where we need to be at once.” She tries to give her friend a comforting smile. Should something happen, she fully intends to take the blame for it all. But this way she’d be able to help out where needed, with those she can trust and depend on.
She snorts to his assumption, nodding as she brushes her hair from her shoulder to tuck it behind her ear. “Everyone said I got his nose.” She offers, wrinkling her nose at it. But she looks back at him then, green eyes alight with the apology given and yet not needed. “Thank you.” She says quietly, inhaling deeply despite not needing to as she looks back out over the fields. “It can be difficult… But it can also be freeing in a way. There’s nothing I can blame for the things I do. I can’t just say it’s in my lineage and use it as a crutch.” Her gaze flits back to Jigano with a small smile.
As for the mention of the branding, she had only done it because she knew that neither of them could feel the pain, but that Rexanna held the fire within her veins that could end him, should the need arise. It had never gotten to that point, and in fact she wonders if perhaps it would have backfired – would have made him more obsessed with trying to use her, sway her, to get back at Bastien. She’ll never know, and for a moment she’s thankful for that.
Instead, they speak of the council and her own history, and a wry smile meets her own pale face as her emerald gaze drifts over to Jigano with a small shrug. “Ultimately it’s the person’s fault who ordered whatever it was. This just makes it easier to be able to essentially be where we need to be at once.” She tries to give her friend a comforting smile. Should something happen, she fully intends to take the blame for it all. But this way she’d be able to help out where needed, with those she can trust and depend on.
She snorts to his assumption, nodding as she brushes her hair from her shoulder to tuck it behind her ear. “Everyone said I got his nose.” She offers, wrinkling her nose at it. But she looks back at him then, green eyes alight with the apology given and yet not needed. “Thank you.” She says quietly, inhaling deeply despite not needing to as she looks back out over the fields. “It can be difficult… But it can also be freeing in a way. There’s nothing I can blame for the things I do. I can’t just say it’s in my lineage and use it as a crutch.” Her gaze flits back to Jigano with a small smile.
REXANNA
