it's the only word that could describe the faraway glaze in his eyes, the worn look of men digging up the corpses of their past. the numb loss in the gazes of so many first army's soldiers, witness to too much death and destruction to return from the war with their heart intact. alina swallows on the grief thick in the air, throat bobbing as her expression crumbles with the weight of a sorrow that isn't her own to bear — but one she still carries in this moment, all the same.
her head shakes, with all of the willful, stubborn hope of a woman who wants to believe there had been more to this. a better future than what kovacs claims. ]
You were a child. [ for all that her eyes have gone fawn-eyed in their softness, there's a fierce bite to her voice, righteously furious on his behalf. on rei's behalf. but that's always how these stories go for children in ravka, too, isn't it? the unwanted, the forgotten — they make survivors of themselves, with no one and nothing to rely upon but each other. the way she and mal had been, once. ] It was his job to protect his family, and he chose to be cruel. That's not on you.
[ her fingers squeeze around his, adamant. whatever damage takeshi's father had wrought — the blame for those sin's is not for takeshi to shoulder, no matter what he believes. ]
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it's the only word that could describe the faraway glaze in his eyes, the worn look of men digging up the corpses of their past. the numb loss in the gazes of so many first army's soldiers, witness to too much death and destruction to return from the war with their heart intact. alina swallows on the grief thick in the air, throat bobbing as her expression crumbles with the weight of a sorrow that isn't her own to bear — but one she still carries in this moment, all the same.
her head shakes, with all of the willful, stubborn hope of a woman who wants to believe there had been more to this. a better future than what kovacs claims. ]
You were a child. [ for all that her eyes have gone fawn-eyed in their softness, there's a fierce bite to her voice, righteously furious on his behalf. on rei's behalf. but that's always how these stories go for children in ravka, too, isn't it? the unwanted, the forgotten — they make survivors of themselves, with no one and nothing to rely upon but each other. the way she and mal had been, once. ] It was his job to protect his family, and he chose to be cruel. That's not on you.
[ her fingers squeeze around his, adamant. whatever damage takeshi's father had wrought — the blame for those sin's is not for takeshi to shoulder, no matter what he believes. ]