delphine
Delphine watched as he moved towards the blade. A lifetime of abuse had her anticipating that, perhaps he'd use it on himself, her, or the herbs. But she didn't know him well enough to know which of those choices was the most likely. So, she prepared for what she felt was most likely; him, with that blade, against himself.
"You're lying. You told me yourself, you don't want to be a monster. I'm telling you, if you just stop drinking, give your body a rest, the depression might lessen." She doesn't move from where she's at, afraid that if she does he'll take off out the door, with that knife.
And as much as Delphine only cared about herself, or those who meant something to her... she could not, in good conscience, let the man flee the room with a knife. She had no idea who he'd hurt.
"You're lying. You told me yourself, you don't want to be a monster. I'm telling you, if you just stop drinking, give your body a rest, the depression might lessen." She doesn't move from where she's at, afraid that if she does he'll take off out the door, with that knife.
And as much as Delphine only cared about herself, or those who meant something to her... she could not, in good conscience, let the man flee the room with a knife. She had no idea who he'd hurt.
