The repulsion written across Spring’s face brings the corners of Salem’s mouth down into a snarl, before again, a sly smile makes its way across her cheeks. ❝It’s quite simple, really,❞ is all she says at first, her steps turning so that she’s now circling the young woman; a cat toying with a mouse. Her eyes remain locked on the other, smile still in place; taunting, threatening. ❝When an entire world has turned against you, you have no choice but to live on out of spite.❞
‘ oh, of course. because spiting millions of innocents is so simple, really. ‘
sarcasm drips from her words like a poisoned knife - she hates this woman, no, monster. her head is held high. she wouldn’t dare show an ounce of weakness in front of her.
‘ must’ve slipped my mind that you were so selfish. ‘