[ she's curt when she replies, though his question is rhetorical. ]
No.
[ her fingers are in her lap; sleeves are pulled down tight across the expanse of her wrists, material pulled to the heel of her palm in a quick gesture. she glances at him, still, though her expression is dry, eyes unflinching. ( he's a monster in other ways than her own. ) ]
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No.
[ her fingers are in her lap; sleeves are pulled down tight across the expanse of her wrists, material pulled to the heel of her palm in a quick gesture. she glances at him, still, though her expression is dry, eyes unflinching. ( he's a monster in other ways than her own. ) ]
Did you invite me here to stare?
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[ There's a certain level of overlap, there. Him, his sister — they operate as one. Differentiation is disingenuousness.
A beat passes before he speaks again, gaze fixing on her once more. ]
Why'd you come?