[She's posted by the window on the Observation Deck. Perfectly fine place to have a smoke, Gregor. She won't mind.
She's not in the mood for kicking up any kind of fuss anyway. Though Princess Privilege maintains her good looks no matter what the occasion, she's certainly greyed around the edges.]
I'm not great company at the moment, but...if you want a seat.
[The implication takes a moment to parse. He can watch her puzzle it out in the ticking seconds after he says it. Her head's a little fuzzy, forgive her.]
Well. I just think that there...honestly, I don't know what else could have been done. Not without magic. Or a cure. Or...without Viktor...
[She shifts in her seat. Folds her hands in front of her mouth, staring at the window with a furrowed brow.]
It's not like I haven't killed before. Even friends — people I thought could have been friends. But that was all battles I was expecting. And the playing field was even. And we weren't locked in, and there hadn't been a very public...very trying trial.
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[She's posted by the window on the Observation Deck. Perfectly fine place to have a smoke, Gregor. She won't mind.
She's not in the mood for kicking up any kind of fuss anyway. Though Princess Privilege maintains her good looks no matter what the occasion, she's certainly greyed around the edges.]
I'm not great company at the moment, but...if you want a seat.
[She gestures at the chair opposite.]
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[means that she's still got a heart in her that can hurt at losing people, at having to drive the knife in herself.
gregor takes a seat, settling in.]
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Well. I just think that there...honestly, I don't know what else could have been done. Not without magic. Or a cure. Or...without Viktor...
[Rosamund winces and rubs a hand down her face.]
I'm barely making sense.
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[mostly. magic, he doesn't really know.]
...there wasn't anything else to do. It was the only option there was.
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[She shifts in her seat. Folds her hands in front of her mouth, staring at the window with a furrowed brow.]
It's not like I haven't killed before. Even friends — people I thought could have been friends. But that was all battles I was expecting. And the playing field was even. And we weren't locked in, and there hadn't been a very public...very trying trial.
And it was never for...for mercy.