[ There's the ground he's been waiting for her to give, the acknowledgment of his greater strength which, in a situation such as this, is the single decisive factor upon which all the others hinge. His smirk is swift and sharp, the glint of a knife in darkness.
She persists in her denial of her gods, though he is sure that too is a desperation that will return to her when the hour grows late, and she realizes she may well be trapped here, with no one to hear her. No one to answer, anyway, much like the gods. She is all withheld tension, bristling like a dog that knows better than to give into its agitation, and he looks her up and down, cruelly undisguised in his appraisal, and then barks a laugh. ]
Who would you rather be locked up with? You should be grateful I'm tolerating you standing here being an unbearably virulent weed when you are a confessed murderer.
[ He pushes past her, to punctuate her surrender with his victory, peering out through bars before turning to pace back. ]
Who did you kill, anyway? Some apple farmer for selling you wormy goods? Let's decide whose murder was more honorable. Whoever loses has to play Rock Finger Smash. [ This is, in fact, a game he has just now invented, and while he may be accused of a great many things, it cannot be said that he cannot make a game out of thin air. ]
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She persists in her denial of her gods, though he is sure that too is a desperation that will return to her when the hour grows late, and she realizes she may well be trapped here, with no one to hear her. No one to answer, anyway, much like the gods. She is all withheld tension, bristling like a dog that knows better than to give into its agitation, and he looks her up and down, cruelly undisguised in his appraisal, and then barks a laugh. ]
Who would you rather be locked up with? You should be grateful I'm tolerating you standing here being an unbearably virulent weed when you are a confessed murderer.
[ He pushes past her, to punctuate her surrender with his victory, peering out through bars before turning to pace back. ]
Who did you kill, anyway? Some apple farmer for selling you wormy goods? Let's decide whose murder was more honorable. Whoever loses has to play Rock Finger Smash. [ This is, in fact, a game he has just now invented, and while he may be accused of a great many things, it cannot be said that he cannot make a game out of thin air. ]