[You cannot be mad at them. Her own screams echo in her mind, reaching for Mal -- stabbing the Darkling in the hand to free herself. She can't stop the bit of panic bubbling up at the thought of just how much she didn't know Fedyor. How much she didn't know any of them, really. She'd thought she'd found a place to belong, but she'd been wrong. The only one she could truly depend on was Mal. Fedyor was just as complicated as Genya. A choice of loyalty over honesty.
It was a decision she couldn't support.
Gathering her items close to her chest, she takes a step back and then another -- her gaze never breaking from Fedyor. ]
Go find the General, I'm sure he'll be pleased to have another Grisha to do his bidding with no questions asked. [ And with that, she leaves before she can make a further fool of herself or give Fedyor anything more to relay to the General. ]
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It was a decision she couldn't support.
Gathering her items close to her chest, she takes a step back and then another -- her gaze never breaking from Fedyor. ]
Go find the General, I'm sure he'll be pleased to have another Grisha to do his bidding with no questions asked. [ And with that, she leaves before she can make a further fool of herself or give Fedyor anything more to relay to the General. ]