Hennessy wishes that, too. It had been easier before she'd permitted herself to hope. If he'd been her enemy she'd be dead by now. An easier death, she thinks, than what the Lace has planned for her. If she had to lose, it wouldn't have been so bad to lose to Ronan Lynch.
Instead she was going to lose to the drive of her own stupid body, uninterrupted by the alarm she'd relied upon for the past decade and change. She's lost track of how long she's been here, exactly, and thus far her jailers had been very vague about when her dreaming might come back. Not that she would have trusted them.
She's quiet a long moment, then leans heavily against the bars, her facade crumbling under the weight of exhaustion.
"How long do you reckon I have for you to find such a magician? I haven't slept yet. Have you?"
Even she couldn't fight sleep forever, not on her own. She's already so tired.
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Instead she was going to lose to the drive of her own stupid body, uninterrupted by the alarm she'd relied upon for the past decade and change. She's lost track of how long she's been here, exactly, and thus far her jailers had been very vague about when her dreaming might come back. Not that she would have trusted them.
She's quiet a long moment, then leans heavily against the bars, her facade crumbling under the weight of exhaustion.
"How long do you reckon I have for you to find such a magician? I haven't slept yet. Have you?"
Even she couldn't fight sleep forever, not on her own. She's already so tired.