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POSTED ON Oct 22, 2018 18:19:18 GMT
she can't say she's shocked - her skepticism of the league at large was something she voiced often, in varying degrees of jest and malice. maybe he knew that about her too.
"one branch says one thing, another says another. you are selectively picking out evidence and information to stoke your pain, fernando. i know what it's like to lose family, but you're jeopardising your council position before you have even received it," she says slowly, softer than anything else she had uttered up until that point.
he has to know, on some level, that she's right. being hostile in raising the point wouldn't help make him see that, after all, he's as stubborn as she is. "that's not like you, and you know it. acting based on vague and conflicting deductions? if you like, show me something current that firmly implicates him, but i know you can't do that or you would have done it."
posturing. the photograph, his expressions as if designed to pull at her. it worked, to a degree. though he tested it time and time again, this almost forced bond was infallible; too much happened between them for her deny him that much. her gaze linger on the photograph longer than it should.
after a moment, she relents, leans back to survey him, a long searching look as if she could decipher truth from manipulation by looking at his face long enough.
"what do you want from me?" her voice sounds foreign to her and came out sounding weaker and more helpless than she expected.
FERNANDO SILPH
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