SAFRIN
"Are you?" Safrin challenges, softly, but her gaze is suddenly sharp. "None of us were better than what we were when blighted. Not you, not me." Haughtiness is not something she has come to expect from her Fallen Star, heavy as his conscience might be.
"Would you?" She asks, turning to face him, long lashes blinking out a slow rhythm. "We have had a conversation like this once before. About who you are, what obligations you might have. Do you remember?" So much had happened since then, perhaps he needed a reminder. 'And if you are the sort to kill those who would threaten your family, what of it?"
"Would you?" She asks, turning to face him, long lashes blinking out a slow rhythm. "We have had a conversation like this once before. About who you are, what obligations you might have. Do you remember?" So much had happened since then, perhaps he needed a reminder. 'And if you are the sort to kill those who would threaten your family, what of it?"
