[ that doesn't help her now, she nearly points out; he should know well, shouldn't he? every grisha who had ever set foot within the little palace's border has known what it is to be a prisoner in their own right, trapped behind the walls that keep them safe, with only so very few activities to occupy themselves before the next war knocks on their door.
the station's metal walls feel no different from that cage. it's all the same enrichment — books and simulations and activity books scattered in supply drops — to keep them from slowly going mad from the tedium. pages will only keep her mind distracted for so long before she runs out.
she purses her lips, relinquishing one agreement: ] Well, at least there's no shortage of those.
[ that's the one constant to prepare for. there are always missions to take them away. she stands straight-backed and steady as she loosens an unheard breath, taking his follow-up for the escape — and the obvious dismissal — that it is. ]
I'll just be on my way, then.
[ no need to linger, with those departing words. she notably does not wish him a good day — in fact, she silently hopes he has a very bad one — as she steps around him. ]
no subject
the station's metal walls feel no different from that cage. it's all the same enrichment — books and simulations and activity books scattered in supply drops — to keep them from slowly going mad from the tedium. pages will only keep her mind distracted for so long before she runs out.
she purses her lips, relinquishing one agreement: ] Well, at least there's no shortage of those.
[ that's the one constant to prepare for. there are always missions to take them away. she stands straight-backed and steady as she loosens an unheard breath, taking his follow-up for the escape — and the obvious dismissal — that it is. ]
I'll just be on my way, then.
[ no need to linger, with those departing words. she notably does not wish him a good day — in fact, she silently hopes he has a very bad one — as she steps around him. ]