[She doesn't immediately answer his question, one turn for his own manner of avoiding the subject. Not that she intends to withhold information, only that there are important parts yet to note.]
My third. It was- ah, a knife, maybe three or four ribs up from the bottom. [Almost distractedly, the taps the spot with her fingers. Her tone is calm, collected - bordering on clinical, but the expression is tight. This is not an easy subject.] Perforated my lung. It was the killer, of course, not the man I had loved. In that moment, they felt the same.
[His commanding officer had been a part of what happened to him, she knows now, and in an attempt to alleviate and acknowledge that, Evelyn fixes him with a intent look once more. These are not sympathies. Just truths.]
It hurts...almost more, to be betrayed. I'm sorry it happened to you.
no subject
[She doesn't immediately answer his question, one turn for his own manner of avoiding the subject. Not that she intends to withhold information, only that there are important parts yet to note.]
My third. It was- ah, a knife, maybe three or four ribs up from the bottom. [Almost distractedly, the taps the spot with her fingers. Her tone is calm, collected - bordering on clinical, but the expression is tight. This is not an easy subject.] Perforated my lung. It was the killer, of course, not the man I had loved. In that moment, they felt the same.
[His commanding officer had been a part of what happened to him, she knows now, and in an attempt to alleviate and acknowledge that, Evelyn fixes him with a intent look once more. These are not sympathies. Just truths.]
It hurts...almost more, to be betrayed. I'm sorry it happened to you.