[ She goes quiet, and the urge to drop her gaze to her hands weighs like the pressure building in her chest.
Why was he asking if Renae had to say things specifically, as if to imply that she couldn't possibly know what was going on in her twin's head. How could this man who had lived so strong for so very, very long, surrounded by so much in abundance, ever understand what it was like to have only the barest of...
She's breathing hard now, lips pressed together in defiance. ]
I know Renae best. [ She hisses, just barely aware that her fingers have fisted at her sides.
And then quieter, but no less resolute: ] I know him best. Me.
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Why was he asking if Renae had to say things specifically, as if to imply that she couldn't possibly know what was going on in her twin's head. How could this man who had lived so strong for so very, very long, surrounded by so much in abundance, ever understand what it was like to have only the barest of...
She's breathing hard now, lips pressed together in defiance. ]
I know Renae best. [ She hisses, just barely aware that her fingers have fisted at her sides.
And then quieter, but no less resolute: ] I know him best. Me.