[ he slips out of her grasp and she almost cries out after him, but she finds she can't. she staggers back as though his flight were a physical blow, drops herself back down onto her cot and begins to cry.
sonia had not, until after that, thought of the consequences of her actions. what it might mean for her to wrench some truth out of him. some part of her couldn't believe there was any truth to be had, needed him to confirm it, but that had been so painful. she just wanted -- she needed to know. she pushed hard until she broke him down. she hadn't thought about what would happen. and she'd called him shortsighted.
the next time she sees byerly, it's in an interrogation room, cold and small, but maybe it just feels that way. she doesn't want to be here to see this, and she doesn't know why they do. she clutches her hands in her lap when they bring him in, trying her best to look impassive, but it falters and flickers. ]
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sonia had not, until after that, thought of the consequences of her actions. what it might mean for her to wrench some truth out of him. some part of her couldn't believe there was any truth to be had, needed him to confirm it, but that had been so painful. she just wanted -- she needed to know. she pushed hard until she broke him down. she hadn't thought about what would happen. and she'd called him shortsighted.
the next time she sees byerly, it's in an interrogation room, cold and small, but maybe it just feels that way. she doesn't want to be here to see this, and she doesn't know why they do. she clutches her hands in her lap when they bring him in, trying her best to look impassive, but it falters and flickers. ]