[ She lifts her chin, eyes critical and assessing, the sun at her a familiar advantage. You can see your opponent but they have a hard time really seeing you. This is not a fight, but it's natural to think of this as a fight. That's what they're good at. It's what she's good at.
He looks, well, about as tortured as he usually does. On edge, but she's seen him worse. Hand reaching for his gun, her eyes narrow just slightly at the motion. Still, it doesn't make her turn. She trusts him.
She sits her weight back through her heels, grounded. Steady and waiting, like much of her life, measured in tick marks carved into rock walls in a hidden cache until the days waiting were no longer worth counting.
Her hand turns in loose circles, reeling up the line of the thread, the time that's worth counting now passing in seconds, counted in the loops around her palm.
She thought that would give herself time to figure out what to say. What do you say to the person who changed your life only to turn around and walk back out of it? She should be better at this, but she's better at goodbyes with bleached bones in the desert. ]
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He looks, well, about as tortured as he usually does. On edge, but she's seen him worse. Hand reaching for his gun, her eyes narrow just slightly at the motion. Still, it doesn't make her turn. She trusts him.
She sits her weight back through her heels, grounded. Steady and waiting, like much of her life, measured in tick marks carved into rock walls in a hidden cache until the days waiting were no longer worth counting.
Her hand turns in loose circles, reeling up the line of the thread, the time that's worth counting now passing in seconds, counted in the loops around her palm.
She thought that would give herself time to figure out what to say. What do you say to the person who changed your life only to turn around and walk back out of it? She should be better at this, but she's better at goodbyes with bleached bones in the desert. ]
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