[But she doesn't answer right away. Her hand goes to her throat, her fingers playing over where he knows a scar lies just beneath the thin cotton of her shirt. It's healed now, softer and subtler than the one Tani gave her, but it will linger on. Perhaps she'll have it for the rest of her life.]
. . . but no. I don't think so, no. Though I can't promise I'll be kind if I ever have you at my mercy, Ardyn.
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[But she doesn't answer right away. Her hand goes to her throat, her fingers playing over where he knows a scar lies just beneath the thin cotton of her shirt. It's healed now, softer and subtler than the one Tani gave her, but it will linger on. Perhaps she'll have it for the rest of her life.]
. . . but no. I don't think so, no. Though I can't promise I'll be kind if I ever have you at my mercy, Ardyn.
And I will. One day, in one way if not another.