She says it again to herself as if she might be able to take it more seriously this time around - and it turns over again.
It does nothing for records to her sanity, no doubt, but she begins to laugh. Laugh and laugh and laugh. Thick as gun smoke, loud as canons. It goes and goes and goes. Until the mirth is twisted from ugly to joyous than back again. Shall she recolour her anger for him? Would that meet his standards?
He is no better than Hastings, she realises. Perhaps not in cruelty - she will give Elena at least that much. If nothing else, he is too self involved to manage half of what Hasting's did. But the selfish killing for his own amusement, that seemed perfectly to what he was capable of, given how quickly he seem inclined to violence. But the arrogance, the playing this off like it was just a matter of her suppressing their right to happiness, Sam's accusation - you're prejudiced. Like she woke up like this. ]
(And what of the families, the homes, that you no doubt have destroyed? How long shall they grieve their loses - ) [ light, mocking, arrogantly parroting his own words back at him. ] ( - five, ten years maybe? Will that be enough to return fathers, daughters, wives, dear friends? When you will glory in your new love with Elena for a possible eternity. Their time is brief, lonely, and what little mirth life for those so briefly alive, has been snatched from them. )
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She says it again to herself as if she might be able to take it more seriously this time around - and it turns over again.
It does nothing for records to her sanity, no doubt, but she begins to laugh. Laugh and laugh and laugh. Thick as gun smoke, loud as canons. It goes and goes and goes. Until the mirth is twisted from ugly to joyous than back again. Shall she recolour her anger for him? Would that meet his standards?
He is no better than Hastings, she realises. Perhaps not in cruelty - she will give Elena at least that much. If nothing else, he is too self involved to manage half of what Hasting's did. But the selfish killing for his own amusement, that seemed perfectly to what he was capable of, given how quickly he seem inclined to violence. But the arrogance, the playing this off like it was just a matter of her suppressing their right to happiness, Sam's accusation - you're prejudiced. Like she woke up like this. ]
( And what of the families, the homes, that you no doubt have destroyed? How long shall they grieve their loses - ) [ light, mocking, arrogantly parroting his own words back at him. ] ( - five, ten years maybe? Will that be enough to return fathers, daughters, wives, dear friends? When you will glory in your new love with Elena for a possible eternity. Their time is brief, lonely, and what little mirth life for those so briefly alive, has been snatched from them. )