[ He pours dangerous waters, with only her fingertips curling over the edge of the little lifeboat of a world where being guided farther into fear is something that could have been wrongdoing. Something that wasn't for her, wasn't to make her safe, that perhaps Emile had not had her best interests at heart. ]
Why.
[ A demand. ]
Why. How can it be right. How can it be right to see me incoherent with fear and make the choice to tell me it is best for me to destroy someone I love who loves me.
[ Maybe Emile had believed it best. Maybe Emile did think she was not safe. It was for safety. It was to stop Byerly from being important to her, from getting in the way, to make her stay afraid and turn that fear to cruelty that could be wielded in the Game. Emile had loved her. Emile had used her.
Alexandrie cannot hold both thoughts yet, it is too new. Broad strokes of paint without the subtleties that come with time and thought and looking again and again at the tree. It makes her head ache, her chest. Makes her pull her hand from his so she can cover her face to stop even the dim light from touching her eyes. ]
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[ He pours dangerous waters, with only her fingertips curling over the edge of the little lifeboat of a world where being guided farther into fear is something that could have been wrongdoing. Something that wasn't for her, wasn't to make her safe, that perhaps Emile had not had her best interests at heart. ]
Why.
[ A demand. ]
Why. How can it be right. How can it be right to see me incoherent with fear and make the choice to tell me it is best for me to destroy someone I love who loves me.
[ Maybe Emile had believed it best. Maybe Emile did think she was not safe. It was for safety. It was to stop Byerly from being important to her, from getting in the way, to make her stay afraid and turn that fear to cruelty that could be wielded in the Game. Emile had loved her. Emile had used her.
Alexandrie cannot hold both thoughts yet, it is too new. Broad strokes of paint without the subtleties that come with time and thought and looking again and again at the tree. It makes her head ache, her chest. Makes her pull her hand from his so she can cover her face to stop even the dim light from touching her eyes. ]