This is a good hurt. That can be a rallying point. This is a normal guilt, a meaningful set of nerves; an appropriate pain to have buzzing in her ears.
She can't quite lift her head even as she shakes it. She opens her mouth to explain that she knows it's all right--that she knows she'll see Somma up and about before long, that she's sure she'll find a way to apologize and he'll find a way to deflect her insistence on that apology. It's just that her mouth and her brain are oddly disconnected and, at the same time, wired entirely right.
"--I twisted the knife."
Instinct is instinct. Training is training. But this had been something more than practice, if a little less than real.
Her fingers link behind her back the way they've always done in her attempts to stay calm and quiet. Her head can't lift from staring down at Elisha's feet now, voice fading even softer. "When it went in, I-- twisted it."
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She can't quite lift her head even as she shakes it. She opens her mouth to explain that she knows it's all right--that she knows she'll see Somma up and about before long, that she's sure she'll find a way to apologize and he'll find a way to deflect her insistence on that apology. It's just that her mouth and her brain are oddly disconnected and, at the same time, wired entirely right.
"--I twisted the knife."
Instinct is instinct. Training is training. But this had been something more than practice, if a little less than real.
Her fingers link behind her back the way they've always done in her attempts to stay calm and quiet. Her head can't lift from staring down at Elisha's feet now, voice fading even softer. "When it went in, I-- twisted it."