[ Or maybe he remembered the woman who spared him and then left him there, and that's what made him turn away from mercy. She doesn't say those words, but they're carved deep within her, adding to the unbearable weight of guilt she already carries. It's a weight she's learned to live with, though, and for every life she saves, it gets a little lighter. A life saved to atone for a life lost.
For the first time since they started this discussion, La'an looks at James properly, meeting his gaze and taking in that determined face that's both commanding and pleading for her to listen. And she wants to, she really does. Maybe if she pretends long enough, she'll actually believe it one day.
Taking the few steps needed to cross the space between them, she lowers her arms and finally takes his hand. She's so tired, her exhaustion bone-deep, but her expression softens when she feels the warmth of his skin. He's alive and safe because of the choice she made. Maybe that can be enough for now. ]
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For the first time since they started this discussion, La'an looks at James properly, meeting his gaze and taking in that determined face that's both commanding and pleading for her to listen. And she wants to, she really does. Maybe if she pretends long enough, she'll actually believe it one day.
Taking the few steps needed to cross the space between them, she lowers her arms and finally takes his hand. She's so tired, her exhaustion bone-deep, but her expression softens when she feels the warmth of his skin. He's alive and safe because of the choice she made. Maybe that can be enough for now. ]
Thank you. [ For so many things. ]