[ Equals. That's all he'd wanted, all he'd hoped for until Alina betrayed his trust, until she put her foot down, until she can to the tracker boy with the foolish thought that he was right.
His eyes narrow, face stoic, and he listens, contemplating for a brief moment. Her lead up is smart, he thinks, but she pushes too far, her offer tipping towards the absurd. ]
You think I've spun stories when there's no need to? [ The Darkling's head cants to the side, something passing through his features, hard to read. A cross between amusement and annoyance. He doesn't answer or agree to anything, not just yet. ]
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His eyes narrow, face stoic, and he listens, contemplating for a brief moment. Her lead up is smart, he thinks, but she pushes too far, her offer tipping towards the absurd. ]
You think I've spun stories when there's no need to? [ The Darkling's head cants to the side, something passing through his features, hard to read. A cross between amusement and annoyance. He doesn't answer or agree to anything, not just yet. ]