He, what. She's pulled herself free of him, determination singing in her blood if her voice (her posture, her grip, her everything) is indicative of her own mindset, and if he's honest with himself, he doubts there's anything within his abilities that could potentially dissuade her from it.
(Maybe if they were closer. Maybe if she didn't loathe him. Maybe if he wasn't ever at Ellie's side—)
His footsteps are quick as he falls back in beside her, hunched through his shoulders like a crow loping along in the shadow of a wolf, eyes trained dead ahead.
One hand around a dagger at his hip. Just in case.
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He, what. She's pulled herself free of him, determination singing in her blood if her voice (her posture, her grip, her everything) is indicative of her own mindset, and if he's honest with himself, he doubts there's anything within his abilities that could potentially dissuade her from it.
(Maybe if they were closer. Maybe if she didn't loathe him. Maybe if he wasn't ever at Ellie's side—)
His footsteps are quick as he falls back in beside her, hunched through his shoulders like a crow loping along in the shadow of a wolf, eyes trained dead ahead.
One hand around a dagger at his hip. Just in case.
None of this feels good.