"I would do the same of Val Royeaux," How well-bred stomachs churn to know their meat; the Imperium was built on war, on the backs of the dead. It will crumble for fear of its own foundations. "Or should they only starve under —"
And then there are two more, head swiveling to take in the state of them; mouth drawn into sudden, thin line. She hardly takes in what Lexie says, the blunt shock Benedict wears is all that’s needful:
They’ve run out of time.
"Go," Her own voice sounds distant, at once defeated, lost beneath the heartbeat in her throat. A moment passes that must be shorter than it feels before she finally shakes the blade. The flickering of its fires wink out to plunge their surroundings deeper into gloom. "Someone prop him up."
A step about James, out into the hall. An arm to Benedict — or a rough gesture to Lexie to do the same, should he shy from it. He’s seen them. It’s keep up now, or kill him, and the rest plainly haven’t the balls.
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And then there are two more, head swiveling to take in the state of them; mouth drawn into sudden, thin line. She hardly takes in what Lexie says, the blunt shock Benedict wears is all that’s needful:
They’ve run out of time.
"Go," Her own voice sounds distant, at once defeated, lost beneath the heartbeat in her throat. A moment passes that must be shorter than it feels before she finally shakes the blade. The flickering of its fires wink out to plunge their surroundings deeper into gloom. "Someone prop him up."
A step about James, out into the hall. An arm to Benedict — or a rough gesture to Lexie to do the same, should he shy from it. He’s seen them. It’s keep up now, or kill him, and the rest plainly haven’t the balls.
"Were you followed?"