🎯 A moment a character was in the right.
Thank you for the ask! From this ask game.
Oh boy, that's a hard one, because as the author, I think my characters are mostly in the right. Even when killing. Especially when killing. Uh, anyway. This one's from Glass Shards/Undeserved, and Merridy has had enough.
“And? Happy now? Did that finally answer some of your fucking questions?”
She had seen the look he had given Damien’s illusionary hand, every time he had thought no one would notice. Had caught on how he had asked Damien to hand him this or that, always something from his right side, always watching as he ended up using his left hand to grab it. It was one of the questions she had expected him to ask, but instead he had talked about random bullshit for four days.
Riordan stared at her as if he dared to be offended by her tone. “What happened?”
“What do you think happened?” Merridy snapped. “You’re the one who cut off his hand!”
“But… the scars… his arm…”
“The one that was rotting away after you left him in the dungeon? Did you think they’d treat him any better than your men did? That they wouldn’t hurt him? Or that anyone would care if they did?”
She hated the tears of anger that welled in her eyes. The memory of the state she had found Damien in was enough to make her feel sick, so she usually tried to avoid thinking about it. But now, with this asshole intruding into their lives, there was nothing else she could think about. Because that was what would be waiting for him, if this Riordan decided to hand him over to the guards. That, and a gruesome death.
“You come back here every day, reminding him about everything he’s been through. Talking as if you were friends. He won’t say anything, because he’s terrified. Terrified that all it takes is one wrong word and you’ll sell him out. Terrified that he won’t be good enough for you to decide that he deserves to live.”
She wanted to hit Riordan, to shake him until he got it into his empty skull that it was Damien’s life he was toying with. She managed to stop herself at the last moment, balling her hands to fists instead, her nails digging into her palms.
“I can’t watch this anymore. You have no idea what it took for us to get here. What it means to us. You’re a fucking asshole, holding this threat over our heads, while you play whatever it is you’re playing. And every time you leave, I have to pick him up again, to tell him that he won’t go back. Because I am not letting them put their hands on him ever again. So ask your fucking questions and decide already, but stop tormenting him!”
