South raises a brow at him and snorts a quiet laugh, that's probably half a deflection. "That's sounds like a threat, y'know that? And you don't have to look so fuckin' surprised, y'know."
Except he does, and she knows it. She's well aware of the image she's put forth of herself. She's well aware everyone either thinks she doesn't regret what she did at all, or that she'll never admit it, which is all but the same thing in practice.
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South raises a brow at him and snorts a quiet laugh, that's probably half a deflection. "That's sounds like a threat, y'know that? And you don't have to look so fuckin' surprised, y'know."
Except he does, and she knows it. She's well aware of the image she's put forth of herself. She's well aware everyone either thinks she doesn't regret what she did at all, or that she'll never admit it, which is all but the same thing in practice.