"I didn't say anything."
"Good. Keep it that way."
"He's sorry, you know. For what he did."
I stayed silent.
"Can't you at least talk to him?"
I gave out a short, sharp bark of laughter. It came out sounding feral.
"You're lucky I'm talking to you!"
"Me? What did I do?"
"Nothing. That's the point."
"I tried to stop him."
Our eyes met. "Tried isn't good enough," I said shortly.
"Can't you just-"
"Can't I just? Can't I just what? Forgive him? Because I won't. And I never will."
I laughed. "He's not even brave enough to try to talk to me face to face! Instead, he sends you! A diplomat! An envoy!"
"Sending in the cavalry while he sits and watches from the barracks!" I spat.
"Or maybe, instead of the cavalry, I'm a third party. Trying to end the conflict."
I stared at that face. That mouth, twisting and turning words to suit its needs. Those eyes, falsely trustworthy.
"He said I was worse than a dog. A savage. A wild animal," I stated flatly.
"He didn't mean it. He was angry."
"Of course you'd say that."
"He didn't m-"
"But he said it. He said it. Doesn't matter about his state of mind."
"Wild animal, am I?" I whispered. "Savage? Be careful what you wish for. Be very, VERY careful what you wish for."