Luciana
cause it makes me that much stronger
makes me work a little bit harder
makes me work a little bit harder
Luciana inclined her head at Gideon. "She might." Pointing at the wrapped sculpture, she narrowed her eyes. "From what I understand, though, Frey probably doesn't." Letting her hand fall, she leaned against the doorframe.
Raising her eyebrows, she stared at him. "Then your delicate worshipping hands might get dirty. Might even get a callous or two. The horror." She held up her own hands, which had grease and soot baked into them, causing the skin to crack. There were not only callouses on them but also they were crisscrossed with scars from a lifetime of cuts and burns.
Looking right back at him, she pressed her lips together. "Not sure what answer you were expecting." Then she waved away his concerns. "I'll leave that to the higher ups." Shrugging, she patted the metal she'd brought. "I just make what people ask me to make."
Raising her eyebrows, she stared at him. "Then your delicate worshipping hands might get dirty. Might even get a callous or two. The horror." She held up her own hands, which had grease and soot baked into them, causing the skin to crack. There were not only callouses on them but also they were crisscrossed with scars from a lifetime of cuts and burns.
Looking right back at him, she pressed her lips together. "Not sure what answer you were expecting." Then she waved away his concerns. "I'll leave that to the higher ups." Shrugging, she patted the metal she'd brought. "I just make what people ask me to make."
it makes me that much wiser
so thanks for making me a fighter
so thanks for making me a fighter
