But you do, you must! [How else is she supposed to explain the way he’d known to refer to himself as an opportunist and a thug before Giddon had even spoken the words? The stubs of her nails cut crescents into her palms. Katsa can’t think why she’s trying to reign in the anger she cannot control, and has never been able to. He deserves to feel the weight of his betrayal thrown back in his face.]
You’re a mind-reader. You’re a mind-reader and you lied to me. [Heat crawls up her neck at the idea that he’s been listening to her all along, collecting thoughts and feelings that he was never meant to know. Perhaps she won't hit him. Perhaps she'll only rip the golden hoops from his ears and then break his knuckles: one for each of the odd rings he wears.]
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You’re a mind-reader. You’re a mind-reader and you lied to me. [Heat crawls up her neck at the idea that he’s been listening to her all along, collecting thoughts and feelings that he was never meant to know. Perhaps she won't hit him. Perhaps she'll only rip the golden hoops from his ears and then break his knuckles: one for each of the odd rings he wears.]