strohl catchall

[disingenuous]

how many metaphors can i fit in here

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[halians]

I— [ there’s a beat, frowning - it’s kind words to be spared in such a moment, but still, enough to throw him off briefly. it’s really starting to sink in that it’s Roxana, that he really, really enjoys her company on top of all the infuriating injustice that is the trial system. ]

Of course, but, how could anyone not - how could you not, Roxana, you’re the one set on death row after a circus of a trial.

[disingenuous]

[ she hums a little. ]

I don't mind so terribly. They said the dead can return already, so... it's a matter of acceptance now.

[ at least for her. ]

[halians]

You...

[ a beat - mouth opening, closing, jaw working. ]

I am. [ after a long, rough moment. it's so frustrating, and the idea of acceptance is so beyond him, so - is this better, is this worse, than last week? than knowing what happened to vi and seeing rosamund wake up from it? this place is so full of injustice for the people he cares for that it burns strohl to his core. ] If you're not angry for your sake, then I will be.

I'm - [ rrrgh. he keeps stopping and starting, stopping and starting, finding composure and eloquence and losing it again, like a river batting up against a dam. ] ... I'm not ready to say goodbye to you, yet.

[disingenuous]

[ there's a brief pause before she offers a small smile. ]

If what they say is true, it's not goodbye forever. You'll just have to keep working hard.

[halians]

[ hghghg. it's so - frustrating. his fists curl, and loosen. ]

... [ but, eventually he'll nod - short, face complicated, expression a mess before he reins himself in just a little and swallows some of that fury back. ]

... Is... there anything I can do for you? [ roughly. ] Anything.