[There's no use splitting hairs and arguing over semantics. She knows they were on the verge of overpowering Estinien, Silco's memories showed it quite clearly. But then, it appeared. The Innocence, it took over Estinien's body and swatted them aside like flies.
(Gen still lost his arm somewhere else.)
Yet for all his bad attitude and spitfire temper, tonight, it sputters out fast. He's really running on fumes, he can't sustain himself on doubt, fear, uncertainty, regret, his inability to parse through his own raging and conflicting emotions he definitely doesn't know what to do with.
(That priest really got to him, hasn't he. How... unsurprising.)]
What do you want to do?
[She asks him a worthless, maybe even dangerous question, as she looks back at him in the eyes with an unreadable expression. They ARE alone here, and it is late at night. It's still inside the Citadel, however.
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(Gen still lost his arm somewhere else.)
Yet for all his bad attitude and spitfire temper, tonight, it sputters out fast. He's really running on fumes, he can't sustain himself on doubt, fear, uncertainty, regret, his inability to parse through his own raging and conflicting emotions he definitely doesn't know what to do with.
(That priest really got to him, hasn't he. How... unsurprising.)]
What do you want to do?
[She asks him a worthless, maybe even dangerous question, as she looks back at him in the eyes with an unreadable expression. They ARE alone here, and it is late at night. It's still inside the Citadel, however.
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