"She let her work consume her," he said quietly, "not just her time or her energy, but she let it tear her apart from the inside. Frustration, anger, self-hatred... it burned beneath like an acid, inside, and I suppose a part of it gave her the kind of passion I can hardly understand, but it also, it also... it undermined her. The stubbornness, the claws always bared to a challenge...
"There was something in her that rotted, made her more curling scorpion than woman," he told her, no pity in his eyes. Simply... fatigue. Tiredness. He didn't want to say this, but he'd thrown in his kit already and best to go all the way.
"I see it sometimes, the beginnings of it in the sharpness of your eyes, the soulless tone you use," and that came with a pointed look.
"It's nothing like it was with her, not the same, but" and he shrugged, very slightly.
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"She let her work consume her," he said quietly, "not just her time or her energy, but she let it tear her apart from the inside. Frustration, anger, self-hatred... it burned beneath like an acid, inside, and I suppose a part of it gave her the kind of passion I can hardly understand, but it also, it also... it undermined her. The stubbornness, the claws always bared to a challenge...
"There was something in her that rotted, made her more curling scorpion than woman," he told her, no pity in his eyes. Simply... fatigue. Tiredness. He didn't want to say this, but he'd thrown in his kit already and best to go all the way.
"I see it sometimes, the beginnings of it in the sharpness of your eyes, the soulless tone you use," and that came with a pointed look.
"It's nothing like it was with her, not the same, but" and he shrugged, very slightly.
"I shouldn't have said anything."