Gideon sits back on her heels and wonders, not for the first and certainly not for the last, just how the fuck they got here.
She doesn't know why Harrow decided to unburden herself tonight, or at all. A world in which Harrowhark, the nemesis, the aggressor, wishes for absolution at Gideon's hands is not a world Gideon understands at all. Is this how Palamedes and Camilla the Sixth feel all the time? How does anyone stand it?
She wanders around the room, finally settles on the edge of her bed to clean and polish her rapier and knuckles. The reforged steel is razor-sharp, but she checks it obsessively for nicks and chips, all too aware that this stupid toothpick might be the difference between life and death for her and Harrow before much longer.
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Date: 2020-10-18 07:50 pm (UTC)She doesn't know why Harrow decided to unburden herself tonight, or at all. A world in which Harrowhark, the nemesis, the aggressor, wishes for absolution at Gideon's hands is not a world Gideon understands at all. Is this how Palamedes and Camilla the Sixth feel all the time? How does anyone stand it?
She wanders around the room, finally settles on the edge of her bed to clean and polish her rapier and knuckles. The reforged steel is razor-sharp, but she checks it obsessively for nicks and chips, all too aware that this stupid toothpick might be the difference between life and death for her and Harrow before much longer.