Because I couldn't forgive anyone who tried to hurt you. Especially not someone so close to you and your power. I couldn't forgive him. I'd hurt him for hurting you.
[ She sends the message, and for all she means it, it's the fact of Gilgamesh that terrifies her so much about anything anyone might have done to Hermione. And that's what it is, isn't it? Terror—a cold feeling, unfamiliar and paralyzing, as strange to her as floating among the stars. She hasn't felt it in nearly a decade, and recognition of it trickles slowly and makes her shiver. ]
I knew him in the Drabwurld.
[ She remembers fighting him at Samhain, racing him, laughing, not having to hold back her Grace like she had to with so many. He'd seen the monstrous part of her, too, when they'd tracked convicts together and accepted her. She'd liked him, though she hates to admit it, but what's left with her is the bright red of his eyes as he slowly, smilingly crushed her throat in his hands.
Powerless. That's what he'd made her, for all the strength of her Grace. ]
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[ She sends the message, and for all she means it, it's the fact of Gilgamesh that terrifies her so much about anything anyone might have done to Hermione. And that's what it is, isn't it? Terror—a cold feeling, unfamiliar and paralyzing, as strange to her as floating among the stars. She hasn't felt it in nearly a decade, and recognition of it trickles slowly and makes her shiver. ]
I knew him in the Drabwurld.
[ She remembers fighting him at Samhain, racing him, laughing, not having to hold back her Grace like she had to with so many. He'd seen the monstrous part of her, too, when they'd tracked convicts together and accepted her. She'd liked him, though she hates to admit it, but what's left with her is the bright red of his eyes as he slowly, smilingly crushed her throat in his hands.
Powerless. That's what he'd made her, for all the strength of her Grace. ]