Greta considers him for a few moments, then knocks back the rest of her gin in a quick, decisive motion and gets to her feet. She has to pause there -- she drank that glass much too quickly -- but then the room settles, and she steps around the table to stand before him.
"Firstly, you're wrong. About not deserving my kindness." He had kept this from her, and understandably so, but he's told her now. And aside from this, she can't think of any other heinous crimes he's committed, or even would commit. There's no reason for him to do here what he did before, in a different time and place. She's not afraid of him, for herself or for Saoirse.
"And I don't know why either of us were brought here, but if it's to be... to be punished..." she looks away for a moment, a muscle working in her jaw. There have been times when she wondered if that was her purpose here, to just lose every new connection she had the audacity to forge. She's been so grateful for the change, and so frightened the city would take this from her, too. Is she really going to end it on purpose?
Her arms had been folded, but she extends a hand, sliding her fingers into his hair. It's a hesitant gesture, as if she's worried he'll shy away from her. "I'm not doing that to you. You don't deserve that from me."
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Date: 2018-03-13 01:01 am (UTC)"Firstly, you're wrong. About not deserving my kindness." He had kept this from her, and understandably so, but he's told her now. And aside from this, she can't think of any other heinous crimes he's committed, or even would commit. There's no reason for him to do here what he did before, in a different time and place. She's not afraid of him, for herself or for Saoirse.
"And I don't know why either of us were brought here, but if it's to be... to be punished..." she looks away for a moment, a muscle working in her jaw. There have been times when she wondered if that was her purpose here, to just lose every new connection she had the audacity to forge. She's been so grateful for the change, and so frightened the city would take this from her, too. Is she really going to end it on purpose?
Her arms had been folded, but she extends a hand, sliding her fingers into his hair. It's a hesitant gesture, as if she's worried he'll shy away from her. "I'm not doing that to you. You don't deserve that from me."