Harrow, too, waited a momentā€”waited for it to come back, triggered by another's curiosity. The lack of immediate return to the sight of her parents dead in a way they most definitely did not die allowed her the tiniest breath of relief.
It was very tiny. It would be an understatement to say that Harrowhark Nonagesimus was a slightly tense person, with a carriage far older than her seventeen years. Even in relieved mode, she remained rigid, no part of her body able to truly process the concept of relax.
As she spoke she continued to fail to look at her companion, as if it were easier that way: "My parents." A half-second pause, and then, "They're most certainly dead. They would not beā€”they would not have words for me like those." They didn't leave her a mess to clean up. They hadn't meant to leave her at all. But if they spoke to her then it would assuredly be to scold her for still drawing breath, not praise. It had not happened that way and Harrow knew it. Rarely did she know for certain what was real and what was not, butā€”
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It was very tiny. It would be an understatement to say that Harrowhark Nonagesimus was a slightly tense person, with a carriage far older than her seventeen years. Even in relieved mode, she remained rigid, no part of her body able to truly process the concept of relax.
As she spoke she continued to fail to look at her companion, as if it were easier that way: "My parents." A half-second pause, and then, "They're most certainly dead. They would not beā€”they would not have words for me like those." They didn't leave her a mess to clean up. They hadn't meant to leave her at all. But if they spoke to her then it would assuredly be to scold her for still drawing breath, not praise. It had not happened that way and Harrow knew it. Rarely did she know for certain what was real and what was not, butā€”
"I hate hallucinations."
A rare confession, in a way.