[ Her words cut through him with more acuity than any knife could claim. It occurs to him that every interaction they've had since she came out of the tomb has been built on the pre-assumption of her deceit. She could tell him now that the sky is blue and a part of him would still rebel against her on pure force of instinct.
It isn't as though his bias against her is without merit. She has proven time and time again that she cannot be trusted to care for anyone but herself. And yet, he realizes that he wouldn't even know what the truth sounded like in her voice. Not because she is incapable of giving it. But because he is incapable of hearing it. ]
An inconvenient truth... is still a truth.
[ Withered and drooping, the olive branch is still plainly extended for the first time in more than a hundred years. ]
no subject
It isn't as though his bias against her is without merit. She has proven time and time again that she cannot be trusted to care for anyone but herself. And yet, he realizes that he wouldn't even know what the truth sounded like in her voice. Not because she is incapable of giving it. But because he is incapable of hearing it. ]
An inconvenient truth... is still a truth.
[ Withered and drooping, the olive branch is still plainly extended for the first time in more than a hundred years. ]