[ His fingers curl loosely, as though they've reached for the knife at his belt, and not simply that they too, are in empty air, holding onto nothing. It's a slash, a sear, a permanent mark, an anger far older than where Nina is, in his heart. It is not about her, or her loyalty to Ravka. She has every right to say what she does, thinking of her people. She chose them and she chose him also, and that's her burden to bear. ]
[ Her insistence on the lives of women and children don't change the fact: ]
You're asking for one life, now.
[ One life that saves many. Trass noses at him, at his fingers, looking up at him. Yes, she's asking for one life, like it was asked for in the storm. That, he can do. ]
[ His mouth thins; he doesn't think that she will beg, but decides he doesn't want to hear it, anyway. ]
no subject
[ Her insistence on the lives of women and children don't change the fact: ]
You're asking for one life, now.
[ One life that saves many. Trass noses at him, at his fingers, looking up at him. Yes, she's asking for one life, like it was asked for in the storm. That, he can do. ]
[ His mouth thins; he doesn't think that she will beg, but decides he doesn't want to hear it, anyway. ]
Show me.