“Should I cry instead?” I mutter mundanely. He only stares at me. Something stirs inside my chest at the idea of him watching me this closely. Cataloging my features as I’m doing to him. “It’s better than dying, isn’t it? You led your army to slaughter us all. I’m only a sacrifice. Many have suffered worse fates.” My cryptic words hold more meaning than he could ever know. He’d probably love to know that he’s successfully killed me many times. He chuckles. “You would know better than most how ugly death is.”
