@intolerablexsacrifice continued from [x]
Her words had been deliberate – conversation was too difficult for her now, not to choose exactly the right things to say in the hopes of concluding it quickly. All she truly desired was some means of silencing the thoughts in her mind, and though a part of her thought perhaps talking to someone might help exorcise them as surely as writing did, in the end those words would die on her throat and fill her mouth with ash.
So when he asked her where her certainty came from, she did not wish to answer. She feared the truth would die on her tongue, but looking at him – knowing the danger in him was still as real as the violence inside her mind – she found she was not afraid to air the shadows between them.
“Because it wouldn’t gain you anything. There’s no purpose – no vengeance to be found in hurting me. Even if you were to do it – all you could do, would be to assault me physically. I have nothing that you could burn or destroy that has any value to me any longer. Everything that used to matter, you either exposed or ruined. All that’s left is my body, and my life. And they don’t mean enough to you, or England, or anyone, for you to bother breaking.”
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