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The spectacles Magnus had given you had taken the blow too, and they weren’t built as tough as you. They’d been bent, and on hitting the floor, one of the lenses had cracked and broken. You stared, then glanced back to Yuliana, your breath catching in your chest, your heart furiously hammering in your ears. You hadn't liked them in the first place, but it wasn't <span class="mu-i">hers</span> to break...
“How <span class="mu-i">dare</span> you?” Yuliana’s voice went taut and thin, “How <span class="mu-i">dare</span> you brush me off like a common <span class="mu-i">moth</span>, what gives you the <span class="mu-i">right</span>? What I have held in my heart for years, a lifetime, and you <span class="mu-i">dare</span> to think you feel anything near what I do? That what I have is alike to your passing fancy, your blithe desire for a handsome diversion? How many notches do <span class="mu-i">you</span> have on your bedpost, dust whore? Dozens? Hundreds? To you, what is <span class="mu-i">my</span> knight but another man?”
Every word that she spoke was pissing you off more and more. You could barely take another moment of the sound of her voice.
Make her pay. Make her pay. Make her pay.
Wait.
No, don’t. Kill her where she stands. A knife drawn and thrust upwards below the ribs, and that heart would empty her lifeblood into her guts. She’d <span class="mu-i">kill</span> you? No, not even a ten percent chance.
Stop. You’ll hurt Magnus. What would killing somebody else be amongst the uncounted lives you’ve taken already? Would the moment of satisfaction be worth hurting everybody near you, everybody most dear?
…
Breathe. There’s no war here.
…
You had to bottle it up. Or let it explode while it was still manageable. Take out your anger on <span class="mu-i">something</span>, either here, or soon. It was about to run over, and the only place anybody could hide from you then would be the darkest pit of the Abyss.
>If she was asking for a fight, you’d deliver. Even if this tacky dress would only get in the way.
>Let it go. You’ve endured worse. Though you’ll have to take out your anger on something else…
>Draw steel, if she really wanted to be serious about this. (Dueling is illegal in Strossvald)
>Other?
