But even with immeasurable contempt fixed firmly in the back of her neatly trapped throat, she's not careless enough to throw her life away over it. For someone that's witnessed firsthand the sort of damage he's capable of, heroism and honor are things best left to those that can afford them. And her pockets are currently empty.
"Who would I betray you for?" Not as eloquent as she might otherwise manage, fingers dug into skin to the point of drawing blood, but it gets the point across: no one else is here. No one worth protecting, anyway. His breath is all the air she can steal when she manages to inhale-- sharply-- in the split-second shifting of the muscles of his arm.
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But even with immeasurable contempt fixed firmly in the back of her neatly trapped throat, she's not careless enough to throw her life away over it. For someone that's witnessed firsthand the sort of damage he's capable of, heroism and honor are things best left to those that can afford them. And her pockets are currently empty.
"Who would I betray you for?" Not as eloquent as she might otherwise manage, fingers dug into skin to the point of drawing blood, but it gets the point across: no one else is here. No one worth protecting, anyway. His breath is all the air she can steal when she manages to inhale-- sharply-- in the split-second shifting of the muscles of his arm.