Bonesplinter Ravine danka seido

his tone becomes barbed, deep, hard; it is enough to quell any further fight within satsu, at least until he mentions her old home. bringing to mind her brothers, the soldiers. her father, usurped.

and kynareth, speaking as if he knew her so well!

you don't know what you're talking about. in this satsu was certain. whatever foul happenings had taken his home away, it was not the same as watching her beloved father take a knee and accept beheading, lacking any fight, because it was the honorable way to go.

that he should think satsu was destined for such cruelty—!

this is not about my father. even speaking of him now, her throat constricted. she did not deserve to be berated this way. to have his memory thrown in her face, as if survival was not enough; his line was over, his sons were dead. she could not take up the mantle.

the assault of kynareth's words spin her mind off-kilter, make her dizzy with a sudden rage, and yet she does nothing except shrink away from him and his booming voice.