[At that, she has half a mind to abandon her plans, to turn and walk away, right here, right now, and never again give so much as a backward glance. He'd never get what he wanted, would he? He's challenging her, baiting her, and she doesn't want to give him the satisfaction of rising to it.
But maybe it isn't just about that. Maybe it's also about her own satisfaction. About finishing what she started. One more arrow for a clean kill. It'd be for the best.
When she speaks again, the careful control of her cold fury starts to unravel. There's something else in there, betrayed by a voice that's much shakier than she'd like for it to be.]
I hate you. [And because that doesn't seem like enough...] I hate you for what you did to him.
i love you
But maybe it isn't just about that. Maybe it's also about her own satisfaction. About finishing what she started. One more arrow for a clean kill. It'd be for the best.
When she speaks again, the careful control of her cold fury starts to unravel. There's something else in there, betrayed by a voice that's much shakier than she'd like for it to be.]
I hate you. [And because that doesn't seem like enough...] I hate you for what you did to him.