[And pierce through the heart of it he does. Right through its center. She stiffens, going as taut as a bowstring against him, and she feels like her heart has stopped in her chest. It's one thing for her to think it to herself, to work through her thoughts and emotions to come to that conclusion on her own, but it's another to hear it voiced... and by him, no less.
So there's a long stretch of silence because what does she say to that besides that he's right? Words that she never imagined she'd want to utter in her life ever again, and yet here she is, fighting them back while also fighting the urge to tell him how wrong he is.
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So there's a long stretch of silence because what does she say to that besides that he's right? Words that she never imagined she'd want to utter in her life ever again, and yet here she is, fighting them back while also fighting the urge to tell him how wrong he is.
That Benedikta was different.
But she can't.]
She was foolish to stay behind...
[Who was...]