“ go ahead, say it. you have my permission to gloat and say I TOLD YOU SO. you took the shot, jumped in front of the bullet, played the part of the perfect knight in shining armor --- and i was, for ... well, obviously, the first time in my life, WRONG. just get it out already. ” the hum of laughter in her voice as she TEASES him betrays nothing, least of all the anxious, guilty feelings swirling around in her gut. the same hands that have grown chapped and calloused due to a combination of the harsh weather and her frequent use of them, the same hands that have cut and stabbed and KILLED, become effortlessly GENTLE when tending to his wounds, handling him like he could so easily BREAK even as this served as proof of the contrary. they were strong and stable, even as her thoughts TORMENT her, reminding her that even though bellamy had played his part in all of this, she’d failed at doing hers. failed lissa, and failed ... him. and that ... and well, that ... it held a lot more weight than it used to.
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