[It's mocking, hateful. She has no right to speak to him this way, she has never be inclined to talk to anyone in such a tone. Yet the misery seems to...
... to have a voice of its own. It felt impossible to understand right now, how it seized her throat and made her speak.
She jerks, twisting her wrists even as she feels them rub raw in his grip. Testing still, the moment his concentration will break. ]
What shall you do? Lay my head in your lap, sing lullabies to console me?
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[It's mocking, hateful. She has no right to speak to him this way, she has never be inclined to talk to anyone in such a tone. Yet the misery seems to...
... to have a voice of its own. It felt impossible to understand right now, how it seized her throat and made her speak.
She jerks, twisting her wrists even as she feels them rub raw in his grip. Testing still, the moment his concentration will break. ]
What shall you do? Lay my head in your lap, sing lullabies to console me?