"Syl," I say. "Her name is Syl." I have to talk to her too. I think I forget that on purpose, each time I remember it. I try to remember Kaeli, can remember red hair, and - oh, I remember Syl after that - "I remember a bit. I'm sorry." I say it simply.
He's so angry. I flinch when he says he trusted me. "I know, I'm sorry. I'm sorry." It doesn't mean anything, does it. It's just words. It doesn't fix anything. "I'll go." I'm trying to think. Is it alright to take the clothes he gave me? Lucien might let me stay with him again, if I tell him. Or he might be angry too. I wouldn't blame him. The tower, then.
I make myself look at him, one more time. "I wouldn't hurt them, Valmont." My voice is low and a little bit fierce, now. "Alice, and Hermia." Alice because I care about her, and Hermia because he does. "Not ever." I stand up, a bit wobbly on my bad foot. My eyes are dry and sore.
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He's so angry. I flinch when he says he trusted me. "I know, I'm sorry. I'm sorry." It doesn't mean anything, does it. It's just words. It doesn't fix anything. "I'll go." I'm trying to think. Is it alright to take the clothes he gave me? Lucien might let me stay with him again, if I tell him. Or he might be angry too. I wouldn't blame him. The tower, then.
I make myself look at him, one more time. "I wouldn't hurt them, Valmont." My voice is low and a little bit fierce, now. "Alice, and Hermia." Alice because I care about her, and Hermia because he does. "Not ever." I stand up, a bit wobbly on my bad foot. My eyes are dry and sore.