Her cavalier strides across the floor, unbuckling the rapier and knuckles to drop them along with her sunglasses on her unused bed as she passes it, then crouches in front of her adept to take her hands and look up at her, beseeching. "Harrow, don't you think it's worth finding out more? Even if it's just to avoid that one possibility?"
(She isn't ready for a world in which Harrowhark Nonagesimus has a contingency plan, a world in which Harrow has failed at anything, anything at all she's ever wanted to do.)
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Her cavalier strides across the floor, unbuckling the rapier and knuckles to drop them along with her sunglasses on her unused bed as she passes it, then crouches in front of her adept to take her hands and look up at her, beseeching. "Harrow, don't you think it's worth finding out more? Even if it's just to avoid that one possibility?"
(She isn't ready for a world in which Harrowhark Nonagesimus has a contingency plan, a world in which Harrow has failed at anything, anything at all she's ever wanted to do.)