His hand makes the gesture of a blessing in the air between them. Then, he moves to grasp the cross on his neck, lifting it and pressing his lips to the cool gold.
"After all, like you said: you did me a favor, didn't you?"
It's all soft, forgiving words, yet he wields them like knives.
"If you hadn't killed me, imagine how crippled I would have been," he continues, his voice smooth. "I would have been helpless."
He smiles, too widely, knowing how greatly that condition would have benefited her and her precious Servant.
"Ah, but it's late, isn't it?" he asks suddenly. "I shouldn't keep you."
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His hand makes the gesture of a blessing in the air between them. Then, he moves to grasp the cross on his neck, lifting it and pressing his lips to the cool gold.
"After all, like you said: you did me a favor, didn't you?"
It's all soft, forgiving words, yet he wields them like knives.
"If you hadn't killed me, imagine how crippled I would have been," he continues, his voice smooth. "I would have been helpless."
He smiles, too widely, knowing how greatly that condition would have benefited her and her precious Servant.
"Ah, but it's late, isn't it?" he asks suddenly. "I shouldn't keep you."