[ If not for the shift in her expression, he’d have pulled her back, but even before the weapon comes into play, he can tell that she’s fighting back instead of giving in. The shattering of glass and Marianne’s cry of defiance are thunderous in the small space, sound bouncing off of rows and rows of mirrors, until they’re left in the relative silence of their little corner, the sounds of conflict distant. ]
Don’t need to apologize to me.
[ He rises to his full height from where he’d been half-crouched over her earlier, glass crunching beneath the soles of his shoes. ]
We all got demons. Not your fault this place decided to put ‘em on display.
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Don’t need to apologize to me.
[ He rises to his full height from where he’d been half-crouched over her earlier, glass crunching beneath the soles of his shoes. ]
We all got demons. Not your fault this place decided to put ‘em on display.