[She narrows her eyes at him, shoulders squared, protective if not exactly aggressive. It sounds genuine. But then, everything he says sounds genuine. That's his ugliest characteristic; truthfulness is so far from his natural state that he can mimic it flawlessly.]
You expect me to believe it was all for comfort? That this was - some kind of Hannibal version of my father telling me it was all going to be okay? You can't be serious. Everything is purposeful with you.
[Is that what this is? she thinks, in maddening circles. Is it meant to drive her mad, searching for meaning? Is the rosehip meant to destroy her again? Is she thinking too hard?]
[She could kill him. She could just as easily believe him.]
spam
[She narrows her eyes at him, shoulders squared, protective if not exactly aggressive. It sounds genuine. But then, everything he says sounds genuine. That's his ugliest characteristic; truthfulness is so far from his natural state that he can mimic it flawlessly.]
You expect me to believe it was all for comfort? That this was - some kind of Hannibal version of my father telling me it was all going to be okay? You can't be serious. Everything is purposeful with you.
[Is that what this is? she thinks, in maddening circles. Is it meant to drive her mad, searching for meaning? Is the rosehip meant to destroy her again? Is she thinking too hard?]
[She could kill him. She could just as easily believe him.]