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Post by Kin/diablo on Mar 22, 2011 15:39:30 GMT -5
The sidhe's refusal to rise to his challenge was enough confirmation for him. A weapon was useless unless the one who wielded it used it at the right moment, and that moment had long passed. Yet Hal heard the hate in her words, and he thanked Skylla that this woman was not the sort he would fall prey to; for were there ever someone who held all the cards, they would destroy him. He would destroy himself.
He knew himself well enough to understand what was happening. Even now, standing poised and relaxed in front of her, he couldn't deny that the adrenaline that thrummed through his blood, no matter how much he deplored how it came to be, had temporarily alleviated the deadened feeling that didn't ever leave him. One day he would take a risk he shouldn't, for a reason that didn't fully make sense -- and it would all end.
But not today.
Hal shrugged -- a single, fluid motion that bordered on insolence. "Then it doesn't matter what you think you know about me," he said. "It's really too bad."
He studied her for a moment. When he spoke again, his voice was soft, and what should have been condescending sounded instead like an apology. "Goodbye, Princess. I hope you find what you're looking for." Bowing slightly, he turned on his heel and made his way out of the cavern.
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Post by Artume Verte on Mar 22, 2011 19:57:18 GMT -5
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