[ No. She didn't choose this. He did. He's the one who brought the fabricator in and took control of her abilities using her words from months ago against her -- before she'd come into her powers and had accepted her identity as Grisha.
Make me your villain. Except, she hadn't needed to -- no framing of any justification for his actions was going to be an apology. There was no 'us', there was him. His needs, his desires, and his manipulations.
Wringing out her dress, she follows -- almost grateful that he hadn't attempted to be a gentleman, not sure she'd trust him at her back. The building is suitable enough, shelter from the cold and a fire already breathing warmth into the space as she almost greedily moves toward it. Quickly, she drops the bag and removes the heavy brown cloak. Spreading it over a nearby chair before taking the offered glass. Alina almost doesn't want to sit, but standing while having a whispered conversation might draw more attention than necessary. So, she chooses a chair near the fire, keeping her eyes on him as she adjusts the heavy skirt to keep it from clinging to her skin. Somehow, she manages to hold her tongue, keeping her scathing remarks about what there could be to discuss to herself. Choosing instead to sniff the liquid in the glass as she waits for him to elaborate on what could qualify as 'much'. ]
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Make me your villain. Except, she hadn't needed to -- no framing of any justification for his actions was going to be an apology. There was no 'us', there was him. His needs, his desires, and his manipulations.
Wringing out her dress, she follows -- almost grateful that he hadn't attempted to be a gentleman, not sure she'd trust him at her back. The building is suitable enough, shelter from the cold and a fire already breathing warmth into the space as she almost greedily moves toward it. Quickly, she drops the bag and removes the heavy brown cloak. Spreading it over a nearby chair before taking the offered glass. Alina almost doesn't want to sit, but standing while having a whispered conversation might draw more attention than necessary. So, she chooses a chair near the fire, keeping her eyes on him as she adjusts the heavy skirt to keep it from clinging to her skin. Somehow, she manages to hold her tongue, keeping her scathing remarks about what there could be to discuss to herself. Choosing instead to sniff the liquid in the glass as she waits for him to elaborate on what could qualify as 'much'. ]