Two Eyes Cenote Coachwhip

“I will not doubt the awful deeds we are capable of committing when we are desperate,” she rejoins, “you are not! You have the authority here.”

She knew his life had not been simple. She knew he was pawned by the same chain of command that had forced her into thrall. And it was no different from the powers that had capitalized on Machiavelli’s personhood.

“What you’ve done is sadistic.”

The words waver, a maelstrom of emotion coalesces toward a fierce coil in her chest. She does not move to seek his eyes again, instead fixing them squarely upon the offered back.

Even then she knew he was right. It was Khusobek’s cruelty- but this was her failing.