Yes, you tolerate me quite admirably. Multiple times, as I recall. What a brave soldier. Oh, I don't. I'm as unfeeling as a corpse.
( unbidden: the sour memory of dalton stabbing a construct made in her image with a corkscrew. it wasn't unfeeling. neither was she. neither is she, of course, though alina doesn't want to hear about that — presumably it's easier for parisa to seem cruel and directionless, as a dartboard for her natural insecurities.
nevertheless, every blow of alina's misses the mark. parisa's soft pulpy center is not so small that it's impossible to graze — it's just that alina's natural presumption of her, as most women who first meet her, is entirely misplaced. )
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Oh, I don't. I'm as unfeeling as a corpse.
( unbidden: the sour memory of dalton stabbing a construct made in her image with a corkscrew. it wasn't unfeeling. neither was she. neither is she, of course, though alina doesn't want to hear about that — presumably it's easier for parisa to seem cruel and directionless, as a dartboard for her natural insecurities.
nevertheless, every blow of alina's misses the mark. parisa's soft pulpy center is not so small that it's impossible to graze — it's just that alina's natural presumption of her, as most women who first meet her, is entirely misplaced. )