It's too much. Too much. The quiet, steady, broken appearance he's playing. The way the ache in her chest evoked on Robin's name earlier stays and responds to whatever new game he's decided to play at her.

Even as she knows she swore she wouldn't

Beg.

again.


Even as she knows it could just be giving him something, some new way to torment her each day, a way he knew would work. She would be handing him the newest way to parade her about, trying to break what couldn't be burned or taken.

All she did was shake her head, grateful for the cloak of darkn night, "Stop this."