you have no idea what i want.
MAYBE THAT WAS TRUE. grace had no want nor will to understand any of them ── the council. the danforths. what more could someone who'd been gifted everything possibly want? forgive her, but she lacked sympathy for the ideology that even the most affluent could still be inherently miserable. " no offense, but ── i don't fucking care what you want. " her voice is free from vitriol; if anything, she sounds tired. bloodshot eyes raise to the other woman, brows furrowed & lips set. she had lived . . . so many lives just to find herself in this moment. there wasn't anything the heiress could say that would impress her. but that ever - present fear, no matter how forcefully she tried to tamp it down, was always just at the edge of her consciousness. it probably always would be. " your moral compass is questionable at best, and i get the vibe that no one ever had the wants versus needs talk with you, so ── i just don't care. "