"I don't care what it sounds like, Jack. I don't have the patience for...for that kind of decision."
An odd thing to say, really, for a woman who'd twice marched to her own death with ultimate willingness in her step. But those two deaths were different from...other moments. A stake at her own throat or talking Jonathan down from the bell-tower. Chloe, given in the First's influence, swinging in Dawn's room. From Dawn's ceiling.
Dawn's blood on the living room floor. A kitchen knife.
"That's not fear, that's..."
Cowardice. But she didn't say the word. Didn't dare invoke it down upon her own head, too.
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An odd thing to say, really, for a woman who'd twice marched to her own death with ultimate willingness in her step. But those two deaths were different from...other moments. A stake at her own throat or talking Jonathan down from the bell-tower. Chloe, given in the First's influence, swinging in Dawn's room. From Dawn's ceiling.
Dawn's blood on the living room floor. A kitchen knife.
"That's not fear, that's..."
Cowardice. But she didn't say the word. Didn't dare invoke it down upon her own head, too.