At that simple statement, fire flashes in her eyes and she can't resist the simple sarcasm that comes from the instant anger she feels again. Everything about him makes her feel in extremes: distrust, anger, gratitude... other things she doesn't want to dismantle in this particular moment when she's angry. Again.
"Perhaps if you hadn't killed your father," she sneers at him, "your return might be a little more welcome."
no subject
At that simple statement, fire flashes in her eyes and she can't resist the simple sarcasm that comes from the instant anger she feels again. Everything about him makes her feel in extremes: distrust, anger, gratitude... other things she doesn't want to dismantle in this particular moment when she's angry. Again.
"Perhaps if you hadn't killed your father," she sneers at him, "your return might be a little more welcome."