delphine
"You do. You lie to yourself." She narrowed her eyes as he circled her, like a bird circling a carcass, and turned to follow, gaze never leaving him. It was almost a pity he'd not pass out, someone had taught him a bit, then.
"When all that's left is your rotting corpse, it's the problem of the people you've left behind." She reached for the knife, thin fingers grasping at air.
"Close your eyes and tell me, who do you see at your funeral?" She was getting annoyed; Delphine wasn't as patient as she once had been.
"When all that's left is your rotting corpse, it's the problem of the people you've left behind." She reached for the knife, thin fingers grasping at air.
"Close your eyes and tell me, who do you see at your funeral?" She was getting annoyed; Delphine wasn't as patient as she once had been.
