“You call me feeble, but look at you,” she said vacantly, head tilting at the sphere in her palm. “So small on the inside. You use fear to distract others from seeing your own. You are nothing but a coward.” Faythe met his eyes then, and he was right to look vulnerable; to surface that fear as an unveiling of his true self before he met his end. “Do you have anything you would like to say?”
