Her gaze moves to find the source of that gag joke, a little blush gracing her cheeks as the notion crosses her mind. "I'm sure I don't know what you mean by that," she says.
You never will, though - who would want to try showing you any bit of fun, when you're nothing but a child in their eyes?
Her inner voices sound like a mix of hers, and Bellatrix Lestrange, and voices she doesn't recognise - but it doesn't mean they're wrong.
She presses her lips together firmly, and shakes off the sliver of self-doubt that wants to burrow in, like a knife in her side. They have to wait - entrance to these temples always come with a price, most often psychological.
"I don't worship," she murmurs, contrite. "It's a bit hard to have faith when you see all the injustice in the world - especially when said injustices are committed in the name of belief."
that's just licyn doing what he does best
You never will, though - who would want to try showing you any bit of fun, when you're nothing but a child in their eyes?
Her inner voices sound like a mix of hers, and Bellatrix Lestrange, and voices she doesn't recognise - but it doesn't mean they're wrong.
She presses her lips together firmly, and shakes off the sliver of self-doubt that wants to burrow in, like a knife in her side. They have to wait - entrance to these temples always come with a price, most often psychological.
"I don't worship," she murmurs, contrite. "It's a bit hard to have faith when you see all the injustice in the world - especially when said injustices are committed in the name of belief."