[ There are only so many ways that one survives: She's under few illusions as to what Amsel must have done. Wonders (in the way that one picks at a wound) how dearly they'd regretted teaching her. She knows some of hers counted among the names of the dead; how many might have crossed paths that night?
She can feel her own fingers itch to tap, folds them into place behind her back, stands to regard the empty room. It matters not that she's unobserved. Practice decorum long enough, and calm will trail it a time for blind habit.
Calm has been put through its paces of late. ]
Though I might argue inflexibility its own limitation. To know one’s path is not to see it unbranching. We must keep our eyes cast up, lest we be led astray.
[ Perhaps she does Darton some shred too little credit. At least he'd managed to speak of it bluntly. ]
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[ There are only so many ways that one survives: She's under few illusions as to what Amsel must have done. Wonders (in the way that one picks at a wound) how dearly they'd regretted teaching her. She knows some of hers counted among the names of the dead; how many might have crossed paths that night?
She can feel her own fingers itch to tap, folds them into place behind her back, stands to regard the empty room. It matters not that she's unobserved. Practice decorum long enough, and calm will trail it a time for blind habit.
Calm has been put through its paces of late. ]
Though I might argue inflexibility its own limitation. To know one’s path is not to see it unbranching. We must keep our eyes cast up, lest we be led astray.
[ Perhaps she does Darton some shred too little credit. At least he'd managed to speak of it bluntly. ]