It was a man. Tall, I think. I couldn't see his face in the dark. He wore a mask, like the rest of us. He caught me in the maze, and then he
( her empty stomach roils with the gory details of it, her guts threatening mutiny. indigestible to her, still, and having to hear paul repeat it to a pecking flock of onlookers — she feels far from her body, for a numb moment, disconnected from the horror of it. )
I don't know who he was. But I don't trust any of them.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
@hightower
no subject
I couldn't see his face in the dark. He wore a mask, like the rest of us.
He caught me in the maze, and then he
( her empty stomach roils with the gory details of it, her guts threatening mutiny. indigestible to her, still, and having to hear paul repeat it to a pecking flock of onlookers — she feels far from her body, for a numb moment, disconnected from the horror of it. )
I don't know who he was. But I don't trust any of them.
no subject
We’ll find the one who did this to you.
no subject
But no one is doing anything about it.
minutes before baela makes her case.
no subject
You've lied enough to me for one night.
( sorry, alicent says. as if apologies have ever sewn a wound, once opened, closed. )