[ She has the sudden, childish urge to throw something at this man. There's a moment where Kettara considers it and then growls under her breath, angry at herself. Master Muln would be so disappointed in her. He spent years trying to show her how to see the wider picture. He'd called it the great tapestry, and noted often that she was so easily caught up in the individual threads that she would miss the larger pattern. Perhaps her death was inevitable, perhaps not. But there is little point in stewing over it, and even less in taking her anger out on a stranger.
But she hates him, this man she does not know. Irrationally - and it is worse because she knows that - she hates him for being so calm.
She pulls her knees up to her chest, scowling at the fire. There are choices here, though she might find them distasteful, and it helps nothing to pretend otherwise. She will choose not act like a child. She will not shame her master in the afterlife. ]
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But she hates him, this man she does not know. Irrationally - and it is worse because she knows that - she hates him for being so calm.
She pulls her knees up to her chest, scowling at the fire. There are choices here, though she might find them distasteful, and it helps nothing to pretend otherwise. She will choose not act like a child. She will not shame her master in the afterlife. ]
Was your death a good one?