[ Her hands stay soft, gently hold and carress her in slow strokes.
And she stares at the wall with the slow burning rage she finds has built with everything she had heard since she woke. Up and up and up. Her hands do not turn cruel, her touch does not falter, but she fixes on that wall. ]
Because you are a threat to her. To the rest of us, she holds our death like a toy above her head while she encourages her people to kill one another. [ she smooths a piece of hair, her voice light and soft. ] You are the one that can challenge her even now, and she knows it.
[ She doesn't chastise Ianthe about it, because it was still true. What choice did Ianthe and her desperation have? There was only one. ] What will you do when there is another excuse not to teach you?
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And she stares at the wall with the slow burning rage she finds has built with everything she had heard since she woke. Up and up and up. Her hands do not turn cruel, her touch does not falter, but she fixes on that wall. ]
Because you are a threat to her. To the rest of us, she holds our death like a toy above her head while she encourages her people to kill one another. [ she smooths a piece of hair, her voice light and soft. ] You are the one that can challenge her even now, and she knows it.
[ She doesn't chastise Ianthe about it, because it was still true. What choice did Ianthe and her desperation have? There was only one. ] What will you do when there is another excuse not to teach you?