She flinches, barely noticeable, when his fingers touch her cheek, and she shuts her eyes for a moment before risking looking into his, because she knows precisely what she'll see there. And, she's right, and the vulnerability and the faith that she finds there are just as terrifying as she'd expected they'd be, and just as powerful too.
Her chest tightens, but she can't look away. Even as her eyes well up with tears that won't fall, she can't look away; she's hypnotized by that, because she's baffled that he can still feel that way, look at her that way, at all - after all this time. After everything she's done to him.
And because she knows he's right.
"Being the better person is a good way to get killed." Look at Jade. She was a bonafide goddess - or, half, anyway - and she was lying in some hospital bed, bleeding out for her troubles. That wasn't even Anderson. He had the benefit of living by his own rules and believing, truly believing, that everything he did was God's will - and that was terrifying.
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Her chest tightens, but she can't look away. Even as her eyes well up with tears that won't fall, she can't look away; she's hypnotized by that, because she's baffled that he can still feel that way, look at her that way, at all - after all this time. After everything she's done to him.
And because she knows he's right.
"Being the better person is a good way to get killed." Look at Jade. She was a bonafide goddess - or, half, anyway - and she was lying in some hospital bed, bleeding out for her troubles. That wasn't even Anderson. He had the benefit of living by his own rules and believing, truly believing, that everything he did was God's will - and that was terrifying.