“I believe you would know better than I in that regard.â€
The quiet words refreshed the tears in her eyes. Her eyes hung down looking at Franz, shadows hiding most of his face, as she waited. She realized after awhile he had slipped off to sleep when his body became heavier against her and there was a strange serene awkwardness.
Man she looked up to she was now looking down at. She wasn't blinded by stories; she was sure there were pains and normal misgivings and flaws. The overload of emotion was immense and it hurt. She cried, her throat closing and choking up as she let it consume her and exhaust her heart.
She was a healer, her mind going into some background noise of book quotes and lessons taught to her. The grief in his tone. The focus utterly on his failures. Something hummed in her mind that surely some of the details were expanded beyond the reality of what happened (even if it became his reality in mind) and obsessed over.
It was a small throbbing comfort as she fought the depression of the night. Franz slept. Crushing his head with a rock was not the right option; but there was a lot of work to do.
Jin'li had used him, the monster's name came to her mind as she drifted between consciousness and sleep, and came back for some reason to him. To use him again? Justice had a different meaning to Jancis than city laws, something more primal pulsed. She'd help him with finding solace and penance; to repay the ones that remained and were wronged. To protect others from others who would repeat such grief.
She slept. It was an aware sleep like a soldier would. She felt his subtle shift, opening her eyes to realize it was just dawn. She could see more of him now from the window's light and the tight expression and feign of sleep.
Her face was still tear-streaked, quite a wreck of sniffling and whatnot from hours before. Try as she did, her voice was still broken and hoarse even in its soft tone.
"It is dawn. You can sleep more if you want to. I cannot anymore."
She had more to say, but she waited instead.
The quiet words refreshed the tears in her eyes. Her eyes hung down looking at Franz, shadows hiding most of his face, as she waited. She realized after awhile he had slipped off to sleep when his body became heavier against her and there was a strange serene awkwardness.
Man she looked up to she was now looking down at. She wasn't blinded by stories; she was sure there were pains and normal misgivings and flaws. The overload of emotion was immense and it hurt. She cried, her throat closing and choking up as she let it consume her and exhaust her heart.
She was a healer, her mind going into some background noise of book quotes and lessons taught to her. The grief in his tone. The focus utterly on his failures. Something hummed in her mind that surely some of the details were expanded beyond the reality of what happened (even if it became his reality in mind) and obsessed over.
It was a small throbbing comfort as she fought the depression of the night. Franz slept. Crushing his head with a rock was not the right option; but there was a lot of work to do.
Jin'li had used him, the monster's name came to her mind as she drifted between consciousness and sleep, and came back for some reason to him. To use him again? Justice had a different meaning to Jancis than city laws, something more primal pulsed. She'd help him with finding solace and penance; to repay the ones that remained and were wronged. To protect others from others who would repeat such grief.
She slept. It was an aware sleep like a soldier would. She felt his subtle shift, opening her eyes to realize it was just dawn. She could see more of him now from the window's light and the tight expression and feign of sleep.
Her face was still tear-streaked, quite a wreck of sniffling and whatnot from hours before. Try as she did, her voice was still broken and hoarse even in its soft tone.
"It is dawn. You can sleep more if you want to. I cannot anymore."
She had more to say, but she waited instead.
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