"I believe there is destiny," she whispers. "I have felt its hand on me all my life."
And Gideon was always there. Always Gideon. Always, always. The guilt of two hundred corpses, never far away, lands on her with both feet, and it brings with it the guilt for the one who wouldn't die. Her myriad cruelties and vindictive punishments to Gideon Nav for having the temerity to be alive and at her mercy.
It's crushing, and each breath is like rolling away the Rock that must not be moved. "I need, need to study," she stutters. "I..."
Can't be here, she thinks, and she's so pulverized by the weight of her crimes that she almost says it. "Have so little time," she grates out, and gathers her skirts and flees.
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Date: 2020-09-01 06:49 pm (UTC)"I believe there is destiny," she whispers. "I have felt its hand on me all my life."
And Gideon was always there. Always Gideon. Always, always. The guilt of two hundred corpses, never far away, lands on her with both feet, and it brings with it the guilt for the one who wouldn't die. Her myriad cruelties and vindictive punishments to Gideon Nav for having the temerity to be alive and at her mercy.
It's crushing, and each breath is like rolling away the Rock that must not be moved. "I need, need to study," she stutters. "I..."
Can't be here, she thinks, and she's so pulverized by the weight of her crimes that she almost says it. "Have so little time," she grates out, and gathers her skirts and flees.