Daisy thought that there was a difference between murdering a friend or killing an enemy, when it all came down to semantics. Knowing a name, or the sweet way they might whisper yours made no difference in the deed itself.
It only made it hurt more.]
Perhaps we should simply sit here and be quiet.
[And let him sink back in to the memories - of Ravka, of his past life, of all the lives he'd imagined he might lead and the possibilities had dwindled down to a mere handful now. All of them tragic, in their own way - all of them ending the same tragic way.]
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[But it was.
Daisy thought that there was a difference between murdering a friend or killing an enemy, when it all came down to semantics. Knowing a name, or the sweet way they might whisper yours made no difference in the deed itself.
It only made it hurt more.]
Perhaps we should simply sit here and be quiet.
[And let him sink back in to the memories - of Ravka, of his past life, of all the lives he'd imagined he might lead and the possibilities had dwindled down to a mere handful now. All of them tragic, in their own way - all of them ending the same tragic way.]