she turns away - to answer him , she would have to be honest with herself . did she trust him ? absolutely not . her trust had wavered . run rampant of what it used to be . vernal detests what she’s become ; untouchable , elevated . a step above all others , and for the sole reason of chance . ( it tastes bitter in her mouth . )
‘ sometimes , i think , yes . you do . ‘
her arms cross , and stance widens . it’s the one form of rebellion she can allow to take wing without fear of falling . he will not reproach her , no - he who coaxed her into this mess would be the last to blame her for doubting her purpose . ( she hates him . ) hates that he has the power to change the world yet cowers behind closed doors , hates that he sends mere children to their most certain deaths .
and , well , her .
‘ i - don’t want any part in this anymore , professor . ‘ // @soulsmerged