[ Mielle stares down at him – her eyes are a little overbright, both with the promise of tears and something else. The words are crowding up in her throat, desperate to come out, but there's a voice in her head reminding her – above all else, remain composed. Don't make a scene. Don't lose your temper. Behave with the dignity and composure of a noble at all times, even if your heart is shattered, even if you've been thrown to the dirt and kicked while you were down there, even and especially when you're so angry and so afraid that not even words are enough to express it–
But Obi says he'll believe her. With no further questions asked. When was the last time anyone believed Mielle Roscent when she tried to tell them the truth?
She opens her mouth. Closes it.
Opens it again. ]
If it's long enough– and the cut is clean– they bind it in ribbon. The gather the hair and bind it in ribbon.
[ Her voice is low, raspy, as if she's sharing a shameful secret. ]
no subject
But Obi says he'll believe her. With no further questions asked. When was the last time anyone believed Mielle Roscent when she tried to tell them the truth?
She opens her mouth. Closes it.
Opens it again. ]
If it's long enough– and the cut is clean– they bind it in ribbon. The gather the hair and bind it in ribbon.
[ Her voice is low, raspy, as if she's sharing a shameful secret. ]
After an execution.