❝ i’d thank the gods, but i’ll settle for thanking you. ❞ ( sneaky aka being sneaky )
——— some might say her silence is stoic, something to be admired; for true warriors are quiet and thoughtful and reserved, saving their rage and fervor for battle. letting their passions lie dormant till absolutely necessary.
others might find the silence eerie, wondering what is crossing her mind, filling her thoughts. was she even real? was she just a weapon, mindless in her destruction and violence that words made no sense to her - only the clanging of metal and the rending of flesh? who, or what, pulled her strings?
perhaps instead, it is neither, a place between both. or she was simply trying to find the right thing to say in response. what would seem the least suspicious? what was least likely to give away her strange existence?
an armored hand is assured as it claps against the man’s shoulder, giving it a shake that was meant to seem friendly but comes off far too practiced and almost mechanical, ❝ your gods did not slay the beast, so thanking them would be pointless, ❞ a pause, a thought, a retort, ❝ nor did they send me here. they might have told me as much, nor was i paid. ❞ a beat of silence, and then a very forced smile - a joke? that was a joke, wasn’t it?
she certainly thought it was.
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