[ he's quiet for so long she's kicked into damage control mode. Considering what this silence could mean and what the knotted up tension would need to break. What if the rewrite didn't take? What if he's shorted out somehow and d she had tho kill him? , she hopes that isn't it with every twisted up fiber of jet bring. She's come to like athos genuinely.
But no it's just uncertainty. Emotional exhaustion and that has her slumping against the sofa in silent relief, fingers going loose around the poisoned dart she'd pulled from her sleeve. Just idle, normal, human worries. That she understands.
Well no, she doesn't. But she's trained to handle it.]
I won't tell you if I have to kill her.
[ the closest thing to kindness she can manage at the moment. That and her sliding free from the sofa, silent and fluid, to stand next tho him. She hesitates before curing an awkward arm around his shoulders. ]
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But no it's just uncertainty. Emotional exhaustion and that has her slumping against the sofa in silent relief, fingers going loose around the poisoned dart she'd pulled from her sleeve. Just idle, normal, human worries. That she understands.
Well no, she doesn't. But she's trained to handle it.]
I won't tell you if I have to kill her.
[ the closest thing to kindness she can manage at the moment. That and her sliding free from the sofa, silent and fluid, to stand next tho him. She hesitates before curing an awkward arm around his shoulders. ]
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