At that, Jane becomes angry. He didn’t even listen to her.
It must be nice, having such unwavering faith in something, someone, even if it’s left him completely blinded by the facts around him.
She grips the edge of her desk until her knuckles become white. She clenches her jaw and tastes blood inside her mouth where she bit her cheek. She has a thousand words running through her head, all of them terrible and furious, damaging and damning.
But she has to remember—she has to remember that she is part of something bigger than herself, something that depends upon her being alive and not brainwashed. She’ll feel awful about the people he hurts, because she always does, but she takes comfort in that her efforts will free others from the government’s (his) grasp and they’ll (he’ll) never get to them.
“When you look at the night sky, what do you see?”
Always, always questions.
She wonders if that is part of why he hates her. She is never satisfied with one question, with one answer. Not to mention this one is completely from left field.
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It must be nice, having such unwavering faith in something, someone, even if it’s left him completely blinded by the facts around him.
She grips the edge of her desk until her knuckles become white. She clenches her jaw and tastes blood inside her mouth where she bit her cheek. She has a thousand words running through her head, all of them terrible and furious, damaging and damning.
But she has to remember—she has to remember that she is part of something bigger than herself, something that depends upon her being alive and not brainwashed. She’ll feel awful about the people he hurts, because she always does, but she takes comfort in that her efforts will free others from the government’s (his) grasp and they’ll (he’ll) never get to them.
“When you look at the night sky, what do you see?”
Always, always questions.
She wonders if that is part of why he hates her. She is never satisfied with one question, with one answer. Not to mention this one is completely from left field.