A secret never comes free. But the years stretch, and he's kept worse than this. Hand curls into handkerchief. Gareth, Ilias, John. Charlotte. Leander, Derrica, even that list he handed Holden —
Secrets. He keeps them more often than not, a grisly little collection. People keep killing him insects, as though Isaac should want them skewered, arranged in neat rows. Under the belly of this boat, termites squirm unseen. Squalid and free.
"You don't," It's natural she shouldn't trust that. "Just don't get us both killed."
Gwen brings a hand to bruise. Isaac sets the cloth aside, and stands again, unsteady. It'll pass.
"Water, rest. More water than you think," The wings to support. "I'd advise bland food, but we are in Kirkwall."
"If you need call on me again, ask a delivery for Strange." Less like than an escort to draw attention. He thinks of offering some comfort, considers the hollow taste of it. Bland food. "I'll take myself back."
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A secret never comes free. But the years stretch, and he's kept worse than this. Hand curls into handkerchief. Gareth, Ilias, John. Charlotte. Leander, Derrica, even that list he handed Holden —
Secrets. He keeps them more often than not, a grisly little collection. People keep killing him insects, as though Isaac should want them skewered, arranged in neat rows. Under the belly of this boat, termites squirm unseen. Squalid and free.
"You don't," It's natural she shouldn't trust that. "Just don't get us both killed."
Gwen brings a hand to bruise. Isaac sets the cloth aside, and stands again, unsteady. It'll pass.
"Water, rest. More water than you think," The wings to support. "I'd advise bland food, but we are in Kirkwall."
"If you need call on me again, ask a delivery for Strange." Less like than an escort to draw attention. He thinks of offering some comfort, considers the hollow taste of it. Bland food. "I'll take myself back."