( The steps to this dance he must know by heart. Wangji, of ruthless meaning and fewer words, and those who understand and misunderstand alike, rebuking in offense. But Emilia knows that if they could wear their misdeeds on the outside, the honorable Lan's robes would not be so white.
Knows that she looks at him not from below, but at eye level, always. Her spine as straight. The only difference is clear sight: she owns these choices, aware of the dreadful things she will do in the pursuit of her twin's justice, and to secure herself a way home.
She looks to him. His meaning. And lets it exist where it must. )
We are not their guests. We are a transaction.
( Quicksilver did not ask for coin, no. But he asked for protection. He wanted brute force and talents. When the time comes and they have reached the heart of the wretched Crossing, it will be them alongside these sailors, risking life for what little they can save, for what ruin they can unmake.
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Knows that she looks at him not from below, but at eye level, always. Her spine as straight. The only difference is clear sight: she owns these choices, aware of the dreadful things she will do in the pursuit of her twin's justice, and to secure herself a way home.
She looks to him. His meaning. And lets it exist where it must. )
We are not their guests. We are a transaction.
( Quicksilver did not ask for coin, no. But he asked for protection. He wanted brute force and talents. When the time comes and they have reached the heart of the wretched Crossing, it will be them alongside these sailors, risking life for what little they can save, for what ruin they can unmake.
Again. )