Don't paint wonderful lies on me that wash away
It was quite possibly the kindest thing he had ever said to her, and the girl blinked at Alexander in stunned surprise. The tone, the look in his eyes - calloused hand on her shoulder aside, who was this and what happened to smarmy old Winters who laughed at everyone and everything?
She bent her neck in a quiet gratitude as a confused smile fluttered past. Then she gently leaned back, out of reach.
"Thanks. But there's no need. All this... it's my own fault, really." A quick gesture to herself indicated both the Ascendancy and the loss of her gods, incorporating every problem she'd ever had while at it.
A fierce bit of scrubbing ensued then, drowning out anything Alexander might have thought to say in a torrent of metallic sound.
She bent her neck in a quiet gratitude as a confused smile fluttered past. Then she gently leaned back, out of reach.
"Thanks. But there's no need. All this... it's my own fault, really." A quick gesture to herself indicated both the Ascendancy and the loss of her gods, incorporating every problem she'd ever had while at it.
A fierce bit of scrubbing ensued then, drowning out anything Alexander might have thought to say in a torrent of metallic sound.
