Wrath squeezes his hand as bit more tightly. "Oh, North. I'm so sorry."
Because this doesn't even need to be spoken out loud. He already knows the truth; he's just had his plausible denials stripped away. She knows this feeling of thin denial replaced by the inexorable grind of truth. It's crushing and inescapable. (It's something she experiences over and over again, every time she goes through compliance.)
Day 152 | Morning | Action
Wrath squeezes his hand as bit more tightly. "Oh, North. I'm so sorry."
Because this doesn't even need to be spoken out loud. He already knows the truth; he's just had his plausible denials stripped away. She knows this feeling of thin denial replaced by the inexorable grind of truth. It's crushing and inescapable. (It's something she experiences over and over again, every time she goes through compliance.)