[ ... it wasn't ... what she expected to hear, no. And she stares at him almost blankly for a moment, uncertain of -- what she just heard, before horror begins to dawn over her expression. She claps a hand to her mouth and turns her back to him, pacing a few steps away, eyes very wide as she stares at the ground and her mind races.
Guy. He tried to murder them both. He succeeded, with one.
That day ... that day he went home, originally. She remembers. She remembers finding Luke on that bridge. The look on his face. How quietly devastated he was. She remembers how he reacted when Guy returned. His ebullient joy.
That is not the way you feel about an enemy who is going to murder you at any time. Which means that ... well. Luke obviously doesn't think of Guy as an enemy or even a danger. But suddenly, his silence over these past few days makes much more sense.
Why? Why do it? Was Guy's kindness all a facade for a murderer? Why do this? Why is he still here, if that's the case? Someone who truly meant to do that would likely be long gone, knowing the hounds would be at his heels, baying for his blood.
But Guy remains, in plain view, where justice can find him at any time. Which means he's willing to face it, for one reason or another. Why?
Something occurs to her. Something she remembers only belatedly. She pulls her journal out of her pocket, flipping through its pages. Back to earlier in the month.
There is a silence. Without turning around, she shuts the little book, puts it back in her pocket, and speaks. Her voice is devoid of inflection. ]
What did the Malnosso do to you while you were gone?
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Guy. He tried to murder them both. He succeeded, with one.
That day ... that day he went home, originally. She remembers. She remembers finding Luke on that bridge. The look on his face. How quietly devastated he was. She remembers how he reacted when Guy returned. His ebullient joy.
That is not the way you feel about an enemy who is going to murder you at any time. Which means that ... well. Luke obviously doesn't think of Guy as an enemy or even a danger. But suddenly, his silence over these past few days makes much more sense.
Why? Why do it? Was Guy's kindness all a facade for a murderer? Why do this? Why is he still here, if that's the case? Someone who truly meant to do that would likely be long gone, knowing the hounds would be at his heels, baying for his blood.
But Guy remains, in plain view, where justice can find him at any time. Which means he's willing to face it, for one reason or another. Why?
Something occurs to her. Something she remembers only belatedly. She pulls her journal out of her pocket, flipping through its pages. Back to earlier in the month.
There is a silence. Without turning around, she shuts the little book, puts it back in her pocket, and speaks. Her voice is devoid of inflection. ]
What did the Malnosso do to you while you were gone?