Harrow bristles at the gentle way he says it, the tenderness in treating her like a child, explaining in small words the things she already knows. "The pain is the penance, Sextus," she says, humiliatingly unable to meet his gaze for fear of what he'll see in her eyes.
She can all but feel Gideon's growing hysteria behind her as Palamedes keeps talking, the small shifts in weight and intakes of breath that suggest her erstwhile cavalier's on the verge of doing something ill-advised and stupid. Whatever it is would be a distraction, something she could use to shift the focus--but it would return. She knows the Warden of the Sixth too well now, again, to believe it'd be anything more than a brief reprieve. She still wants to scream, to run, fleeing into the streets of this strange world she still knows nothing about, but she makes herself nod instead.
"I permit this under the favor I granted your House, solemnized by the sanctity of the rock that remains ever unrolled," Harrow says, meeting his eyes at last as she unfolds herself from the corner of the couch and slides closer. "I will reveal to you only that which is necessary to achieve your aims, but in that, you will have my full honesty. Is that acceptable?"
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Date: 2021-05-21 02:11 pm (UTC)She can all but feel Gideon's growing hysteria behind her as Palamedes keeps talking, the small shifts in weight and intakes of breath that suggest her erstwhile cavalier's on the verge of doing something ill-advised and stupid. Whatever it is would be a distraction, something she could use to shift the focus--but it would return. She knows the Warden of the Sixth too well now, again, to believe it'd be anything more than a brief reprieve. She still wants to scream, to run, fleeing into the streets of this strange world she still knows nothing about, but she makes herself nod instead.
"I permit this under the favor I granted your House, solemnized by the sanctity of the rock that remains ever unrolled," Harrow says, meeting his eyes at last as she unfolds herself from the corner of the couch and slides closer. "I will reveal to you only that which is necessary to achieve your aims, but in that, you will have my full honesty. Is that acceptable?"