her voice is sharp, the single word piercing the thick air between them. he says something about orders and a king, his explanation falling upon deaf ears. she simply stares at him with an inquisitive look, at his gold eyes that refuse to make contact with hers. olivia remembers his smile, his easy-going laughter, and the way his teeth flashed white against his bronze skin. she remembers the way his lips felt as they touched the back of her hand politely, softly, all with care. a thin line is what his lips are now, the lines of laughter since disappearing from his face.
the point of his blade points straight to her heart. she finds it ironic, a comical coincidence. there`s a stabbing, aching pain in her chest she won`t have time to appease. she wants to continue talking things out, but he lunges at her, and she`s forced to flick her wrist in a parry four to deflect his blade to the side. as his body flies past her with the momentum, she lunges forward and pokes his rib cage with her wooden sword. he lets out a gasp, and olivia wonders if he expected her to let him attack her. she would, if she didn`t just live for herself. she lives for her son as well.
a swordsman general would have fought better if he were serious, but olivia feels the conviction fading in his blade, and soon she overpowers him. she knocks the sindrian general onto his back and she`s quick to straddle him, sitting stubbornly on his stomach, his blade flying off towards the side. for what seems like an eternity he just lays there, waiting for olivia to finish him off. she has to finish him off. there is something sharrkan is hiding, information as to why only one of them could walk out of this alive.
her voice comes out as a whisper, and he has to strain his ears to listen to her breathe out, “why?"
this time, her question is greeted with silence. sharrkan`s eyes glances towards a door—a room where inigo stood. something clicks, bringing conviction back to her blade. she estimates the amount of times she would have to clobber him until he stopped moving, ceasing all human activity, as she raises her blade above his head.
"please," she chokes. “just tell me why!"
silence. then, the dull thud as wood impacts his cranium.