[ but she doesn't elaborate before beginning her focus on the task at hand, even if the question would usually call for a grin. katsa herself feels a little sickened by the images that keep flashing into her mind (randa's instructions to carve out a heart from a living man when she was fourteen; the fingers she took from a lord who was a few days late on his taxes; her own blood, welling on her skin, keeping her always healthy, always alive, rushing, rushing, rushing.
she opens her eyes and doesn't look down at her hands, staring at first straight ahead over hiro's head. it's the self-disgust at the realization that she's thinking of blood as whatever it was hiro wanted her to picture at the sight of the boy in front of her that causes her to drag her mind off the thoughts and, curling her too-warm fingertips into her palms, looks down.
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[ but she doesn't elaborate before beginning her focus on the task at hand, even if the question would usually call for a grin. katsa herself feels a little sickened by the images that keep flashing into her mind (randa's instructions to carve out a heart from a living man when she was fourteen; the fingers she took from a lord who was a few days late on his taxes; her own blood, welling on her skin, keeping her always healthy, always alive, rushing, rushing, rushing.
she opens her eyes and doesn't look down at her hands, staring at first straight ahead over hiro's head. it's the self-disgust at the realization that she's thinking of blood as whatever it was hiro wanted her to picture at the sight of the boy in front of her that causes her to drag her mind off the thoughts and, curling her too-warm fingertips into her palms, looks down.
she yelps. ]
In the name of the Middluns—