She sees Gideon process the statement, weigh it and come to a conclusion--or just another question--and when she moves her head and her hair falls in her eyes, Harrow's grateful for the shield. The question is the one she'd seen cross Gideon's face before, read in the hesitation of her glance or the set of her shoulders when she'd opened the door again on other nights, after other baths. There's a different weight to it, now it's finally put into words.
"The fractured ruin of my own mind, perhaps," she says, and the bluntness of it, the naked truth, shocks her into a moment's silence. The mug trembles in her hand, and she cups her other around the base to steady it. "I am not...things on the Mithraeum were not tranquil. Beyond the threat of the Beasts, I mean, or the incessant fact of my training. Times like this, like...now, are moments where that's harder to ignore."
She swallows hard. "My brother Lyctor, the Saint of Duty, found me a threat. In his view, I had to be neutralized as quickly as possible. By any means necessary."
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Date: 2021-07-17 09:09 pm (UTC)"The fractured ruin of my own mind, perhaps," she says, and the bluntness of it, the naked truth, shocks her into a moment's silence. The mug trembles in her hand, and she cups her other around the base to steady it. "I am not...things on the Mithraeum were not tranquil. Beyond the threat of the Beasts, I mean, or the incessant fact of my training. Times like this, like...now, are moments where that's harder to ignore."
She swallows hard. "My brother Lyctor, the Saint of Duty, found me a threat. In his view, I had to be neutralized as quickly as possible. By any means necessary."