[ He sits and stares at her and she's still saying the same thing. Because he knows she's lying, because she had screamed -- even if she might have called it less than that, it would still have been enough to attract attention -- the first time and if this were Dunwall she'd be dead before she had the chance.
And he doesn't know himself, in this. He doesn't know what she wants from him, what she expects and it's worse than maddening, it's terrifying. His hands grip tight, fisted in his pant legs like he might just bolt if he didn't hang onto something. ] I don't understand. [ His mouth parts on words he doesn't know how to form, because he should be more eloquent. ]
What do you ... expect of me? [ he thought she wanted cold, wanted cruel and empty and someone who did this before and didn't care. But here was insisting that he was less than that ( more than that? ). His life was not his, it had been hers and she had needed a protector and an anchor, and wholeheartedly he had given himself up to that. Then he had lost her, and Emily had needed less than a father and more than a protector, and the loyalists needed someone to do their dirty work -- and none of it meant anything more than what was required of him. Just like she had required something of him. Like any duty bound man, he did has he had been trained -- what he had been asked.
He was doing it now, still doing it. Without thought or consideration to himself, or anyone else, for that matter. ]
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And he doesn't know himself, in this. He doesn't know what she wants from him, what she expects and it's worse than maddening, it's terrifying. His hands grip tight, fisted in his pant legs like he might just bolt if he didn't hang onto something. ] I don't understand. [ His mouth parts on words he doesn't know how to form, because he should be more eloquent. ]
What do you ... expect of me? [ he thought she wanted cold, wanted cruel and empty and someone who did this before and didn't care. But here was insisting that he was less than that ( more than that? ). His life was not his, it had been hers and she had needed a protector and an anchor, and wholeheartedly he had given himself up to that. Then he had lost her, and Emily had needed less than a father and more than a protector, and the loyalists needed someone to do their dirty work -- and none of it meant anything more than what was required of him. Just like she had required something of him. Like any duty bound man, he did has he had been trained -- what he had been asked.
He was doing it now, still doing it. Without thought or consideration to himself, or anyone else, for that matter. ]