[ Sincerely. Because what he's been through--he would not wish it on another. Never.
But Dorothea shifts, and so does Hector. Cracks in façade plastered up, grin crosses his face like it had never gone in the first place. The tired lines on his face vanish beneath the jovial air. ]
You're right about that. And it's not like these fae are letting us sit around idle, anyway. [ He shifts the net, heavy with petals on his shoulder. ] I'm starting to think they only brought us here so they have someone to clean up their messes.
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[ Sincerely. Because what he's been through--he would not wish it on another. Never.
But Dorothea shifts, and so does Hector. Cracks in façade plastered up, grin crosses his face like it had never gone in the first place. The tired lines on his face vanish beneath the jovial air. ]
You're right about that. And it's not like these fae are letting us sit around idle, anyway. [ He shifts the net, heavy with petals on his shoulder. ] I'm starting to think they only brought us here so they have someone to clean up their messes.