What a curious moment for the little subversive to imagine. During this time when memories are being plucked from everyone's skulls and projected for the world to see, she's here staring at something that he doesn't remember at all. Is it possible she knows more than she's said she knows?
Wither way, it's absolutely satisfying to watch her crumple down and genuflect to him. Most people here need to be taught such manners.
"One can't help but wonder what you might've done to make me so cross." He speaks clearly from down the hall, arms crossed. "Especially given how much we care for one another." At least, that's the story they've told him, and the pantomimes he's performed to divert suspicions from his behavior. He's already killed a woman to preserve that lie. Has she known all along?
I kind of feel like I ought to apologize for this
Wither way, it's absolutely satisfying to watch her crumple down and genuflect to him. Most people here need to be taught such manners.
"One can't help but wonder what you might've done to make me so cross." He speaks clearly from down the hall, arms crossed. "Especially given how much we care for one another." At least, that's the story they've told him, and the pantomimes he's performed to divert suspicions from his behavior. He's already killed a woman to preserve that lie. Has she known all along?