( the look he gives her is appraising. he does nothing for a long moment as he studies her; doesn't outright refuse to pass it over, doesn't do so, either. besides that he searches for something, his expression is difficult to read in the way that had so often frustrated those who once loved him - a way that had frightened those he taught to fear him.
he is just another stranger, here. there is no weight of reputation or intimacy to shape it. he is simply a quiet, difficult man who studies a woman that wants something from him. he gives her the breastplate. )
Everything that was taught to me,
( eventually, )
tells me that what I have given you to hold in your hands is impossible, and cannot exist.
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he is just another stranger, here. there is no weight of reputation or intimacy to shape it. he is simply a quiet, difficult man who studies a woman that wants something from him. he gives her the breastplate. )
Everything that was taught to me,
( eventually, )
tells me that what I have given you to hold in your hands is impossible, and cannot exist.