The Sentinels don't take that sinner from me

atka stared hard at him, head shaking in slight movements of disbelief. her eyes glassed over as every emotion she'd ever imagined had flickered in what she'd felt like was dying heart.

"dreven." her sides revealed heavy, sharp breaths. "stop!"

even if the man did not stop, she'd only shout louder. atka was stuck, frozen to her core; her bones were as stiff as rock.

"i've done no such thing! i knew all of this, don't be a fool, dreven!" she knew what he'd done, little details but large pictures of death and cruelty.

"i loved you! with all of that, but i can't-" all of it, the blood he'd spilled, the lives he'd taken.

she only wished- from the first days of blanketing herself with his presence, was for the number to remain what it was. it had not. her own cry had cut her enraged voice.

"WHAT DID YOU EXPECT?!" she was nothing short of screaming now. "YOU DID NOT LOVE A CRUEL WOMAN, DREVEN!"

you did not. 

old habits die hard.