[ functional. maybe that's the most they can hope for while they're trapped in this purgatory, trying to cleanse their greatest sins and regrets away. her lips twitch to life at their corners but, despite the quip, she does deflate in relief. some of her guilt empties with it, though she can't quite shake it from gnawing at her conscious. ]
Can I — [ she gestures to the end of kovac's bed, but clearly doesn't have the refined manners to wait for an answer, despite a childhood in a duke's orphanage. her legs dangle over the edge, feet sweeping across the floor as they kick back and forth, brows furrowed. then, after a beat: ] No. Not really, anyway.
[ her mouth opens, closes again. kovacs doesn't strike her as the type to coddle her. it makes it easier to free the words she's offered to no one else — simply searching to unpack them, rather than sympathy. ]
That woman Cheri killed — I brought An’alya right to her. I didn't mean for her to die, but intentions don't matter, do they? The outcome was still the same. [ alina's lips twist, grimly pensive. she's seen the others on the network, carrying their guilt for nearly striking cheri down — but alina feels none of that particular sympathy, not for a monster like cheri. ] It wasn't supposed to go that way.
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[ functional. maybe that's the most they can hope for while they're trapped in this purgatory, trying to cleanse their greatest sins and regrets away. her lips twitch to life at their corners but, despite the quip, she does deflate in relief. some of her guilt empties with it, though she can't quite shake it from gnawing at her conscious. ]
Can I — [ she gestures to the end of kovac's bed, but clearly doesn't have the refined manners to wait for an answer, despite a childhood in a duke's orphanage. her legs dangle over the edge, feet sweeping across the floor as they kick back and forth, brows furrowed. then, after a beat: ] No. Not really, anyway.
[ her mouth opens, closes again. kovacs doesn't strike her as the type to coddle her. it makes it easier to free the words she's offered to no one else — simply searching to unpack them, rather than sympathy. ]
That woman Cheri killed — I brought An’alya right to her. I didn't mean for her to die, but intentions don't matter, do they? The outcome was still the same. [ alina's lips twist, grimly pensive. she's seen the others on the network, carrying their guilt for nearly striking cheri down — but alina feels none of that particular sympathy, not for a monster like cheri. ] It wasn't supposed to go that way.