How does he? Another step back. She could not say she did not want him dead -- all that he'd taken, all that he'd threatened, all that he's almost done -- but she was supposed to be above that.
His kind was meant for the courts so that all could see. She was the person who had sung that song to Robin a hundred times. Not the person who was supposed to shed his blood -- to want it, to be offered it.
"I don't want to either." She didn't want that choice.
She couldn't convince herself which was right and wrong here.
Another step, a half turn, what was more terrifying in the choices or the honesty of the things she wanted. A breath, shaking her in its stillness. "Do try not to fall into the lake."
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"I don't know what you're talking about."
How does he? Another step back. She could not say she did not want him dead -- all that he'd taken, all that he'd threatened, all that he's almost done -- but she was supposed to be above that.
His kind was meant for the courts so that all could see. She was the person who had sung that song to Robin a hundred times. Not the person who was supposed to shed his blood -- to want it, to be offered it.
"I don't want to either." She didn't want that choice.
She couldn't convince herself which was right and wrong here.
Another step, a half turn, what was more terrifying in the choices or the honesty of the things she wanted. A breath, shaking her in its stillness. "Do try not to fall into the lake."