[ She shoveled the last spoonful of food into her mouth, then dropped the bowl into the dust. In too many ways being unshackled left her uneasy — like a guest and not a prisoner in their camp. Bound only by her own self preservation. To that end, her eyes scanned the trees as well. ]
Pity.
[ Maybe her life wouldn't have been better, had he lost. Maybe another would have just been in his place. Maybe even someone worse. Acknowledging there could be worse made her uncomfortable, though, because it left her in that odd position to acknowledge the ways in which he had been less than a monster. Not always. Just often enough to perplex her. ]
And the opponent? I'll be sure and name my next toast for him.
no subject
[ She shoveled the last spoonful of food into her mouth, then dropped the bowl into the dust. In too many ways being unshackled left her uneasy — like a guest and not a prisoner in their camp. Bound only by her own self preservation. To that end, her eyes scanned the trees as well. ]
Pity.
[ Maybe her life wouldn't have been better, had he lost. Maybe another would have just been in his place. Maybe even someone worse. Acknowledging there could be worse made her uncomfortable, though, because it left her in that odd position to acknowledge the ways in which he had been less than a monster. Not always. Just often enough to perplex her. ]
And the opponent? I'll be sure and name my next toast for him.