[ Alina once asked him if he was still afraid of Grisha women.
Only ones that keep secrets from me, he'd replied, because secrets meant she didn't trust him anymore. And if she didn't trust him, that meant he was losing her. That was what he was afraid of, not of her power but of the idea of losing her to secrets that might build a wall between them, like the one separating them now.
He wants to believe her but it feels like a lie. And he could challenge her on it, force the truth out into the open...
But he's tired and everything about Alina's face says he won't like the real reason behind the erasure of her scar (because she wanted to erase him). So he drops the subject, nodding at her in that quiet way that will make her wonder what he's thinking, before he wordlessly slides down the length of the iron bars, making himself comfortable on the floor because he's not going anywhere, at least not for a while. ]
You can go back to sleep if you want. [ He just wanted to make sure she was okay by waking her and now he knows exactly where she is rather than not knowing, he can breathe a little easier. He rests his eyes by closing them, one shoulder against the iron. ] They've got these huge beds upstairs. They've even got curtains...
[ And yet he's here, sitting on the cold floor, guarding a Saint. That's Mal for you. ]
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Only ones that keep secrets from me, he'd replied, because secrets meant she didn't trust him anymore. And if she didn't trust him, that meant he was losing her. That was what he was afraid of, not of her power but of the idea of losing her to secrets that might build a wall between them, like the one separating them now.
He wants to believe her but it feels like a lie. And he could challenge her on it, force the truth out into the open...
But he's tired and everything about Alina's face says he won't like the real reason behind the erasure of her scar (because she wanted to erase him). So he drops the subject, nodding at her in that quiet way that will make her wonder what he's thinking, before he wordlessly slides down the length of the iron bars, making himself comfortable on the floor because he's not going anywhere, at least not for a while. ]
You can go back to sleep if you want. [ He just wanted to make sure she was okay by waking her and now he knows exactly where she is rather than not knowing, he can breathe a little easier. He rests his eyes by closing them, one shoulder against the iron. ] They've got these huge beds upstairs. They've even got curtains...
[ And yet he's here, sitting on the cold floor, guarding a Saint. That's Mal for you. ]