[ He listens. As he does, there is that great and terrible ache in his eyes, the weight of it bowing his shoulders. For a while it's all sympathy, all familiar weary pain.
But he doesn't like the conclusion drawn. It shows in the twist of his mouth, the flinty gloss of anger in his black and inhuman eyes. ]
And that's fine by you? Being at her mercy for all that?
[ Mariana, the arbiter of which lost loved ones they get dangled like carrots before them, and which they get to keep like rewards. ]
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But he doesn't like the conclusion drawn. It shows in the twist of his mouth, the flinty gloss of anger in his black and inhuman eyes. ]
And that's fine by you? Being at her mercy for all that?
[ Mariana, the arbiter of which lost loved ones they get dangled like carrots before them, and which they get to keep like rewards. ]