[ Alexandrie is quiet too, save for the soft sound of distress she makes when Byerly turns away.
See? Leaving. You are right. Does not want you.
Perhaps if she'd known what Bastien had said before— if he had said it, if Byerly had— but now it is not enough to fill the yawning silence of Byerly's response to the rest. That even when he had told her to say what she needed, and she had, the response was anger. Anger about something she had not even— is that what Bastien meant?
What is he hearing, when she speaks?
She sits down slowly, her back against the door, knees pulled to her chest. How many times will she give him room to drive the stake in a little deeper? One more, it seems. ]
I am not afraid of you. [ Quiet, clear. ] I am afraid you do not want me, and I am afraid I am right because you will not deny it.
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See? Leaving. You are right. Does not want you.
Perhaps if she'd known what Bastien had said before— if he had said it, if Byerly had— but now it is not enough to fill the yawning silence of Byerly's response to the rest. That even when he had told her to say what she needed, and she had, the response was anger. Anger about something she had not even— is that what Bastien meant?
What is he hearing, when she speaks?
She sits down slowly, her back against the door, knees pulled to her chest. How many times will she give him room to drive the stake in a little deeper? One more, it seems. ]
I am not afraid of you. [ Quiet, clear. ] I am afraid you do not want me, and I am afraid I am right because you will not deny it.