unrepentantAuthor
A cat that writes stories.
Brisa scoffed. "Diyem is trying to redeem himself. To be more'n his origins 'n' his base nature. If'n we all had yer attitude towards him, his efforts would already be over. I'm prepared to give the sinister sonofabitch a chance and yer goddamn arbitration ain't dissuadin' me."
She ought to walk away. She ought to. But she stayed stock still, with her coat flickering with light.
"Answer me this. If he was so interested in havin' a posse of miserable wretches to feed off of, then why was he so keen to encourage us to draw on our better natures? When I confronted him alone, he coulda pressed his figurative claws into my wounded heart and let me bleed as long as he wanted. But he didn't. He offered comfort. He offered encouragement. And he helped me be better than I was."
Would this be enough? Would anything be enough to make him see? If she could just land a Shining Whiplash on this fucker, he'd see her heart and understand. But no, she had to talk it out and hope he gave a damn what she said.
She ought to walk away. She ought to. But she stayed stock still, with her coat flickering with light.
"Answer me this. If he was so interested in havin' a posse of miserable wretches to feed off of, then why was he so keen to encourage us to draw on our better natures? When I confronted him alone, he coulda pressed his figurative claws into my wounded heart and let me bleed as long as he wanted. But he didn't. He offered comfort. He offered encouragement. And he helped me be better than I was."
Would this be enough? Would anything be enough to make him see? If she could just land a Shining Whiplash on this fucker, he'd see her heart and understand. But no, she had to talk it out and hope he gave a damn what she said.
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