[ At his gentle tug, she steps through, looping her arms around his shoulders. Clearly, he needed the reassurance and she wasn't about to deny him. ]
Rollins had money and influence. [ She begins, drawing the comparisons. Heleen, though, didn't have a blood legacy she cared about. Nothing else was in that shriveled heart of hers except a physical greed; for her businesses, her money, the power it granted her. There were things she would consider doing that, Sofia thinks, Rollins would never have done, even at his most desperate. Because in the end, he had to contend with raising a son who would see what his father did. What his father had become, if even for a brief moment in time. The shame kept him in line, despite how much it had felt like he had none.
Tante Heleen has no such boundaries holding her back, except maybe her reputation on the line. Parasites like her, though, could always find their kin, even with her social standing in shreds.
Sofia gives him a small squeeze, hand tilted down to trace the subtle outline of his shoulder blade through his shirt. ] There is always something that will make a person crumble.
[ And that thing for Heleen–they just don't see it, yet. ]
If. [ She repeats, a slim brow raised. ] I'm not going to Shu Han like some soldier's wife, to anxiously, helplessly, await news with a ten hour time difference.
[ And she already knows Kaz would never agree to such a thing, even if it seems the safest option. ]
If you take the case, we prepare with what we know could happen. [ Pulling away a bit, she cradles his face in her hands, momentarily pressing her brow to his. ] She has money and influence but, so what? Do you think she has anyone who'd sacrifice their skin for hers? Her life is empty.
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Rollins had money and influence. [ She begins, drawing the comparisons. Heleen, though, didn't have a blood legacy she cared about. Nothing else was in that shriveled heart of hers except a physical greed; for her businesses, her money, the power it granted her. There were things she would consider doing that, Sofia thinks, Rollins would never have done, even at his most desperate. Because in the end, he had to contend with raising a son who would see what his father did. What his father had become, if even for a brief moment in time. The shame kept him in line, despite how much it had felt like he had none.
Tante Heleen has no such boundaries holding her back, except maybe her reputation on the line. Parasites like her, though, could always find their kin, even with her social standing in shreds.
Sofia gives him a small squeeze, hand tilted down to trace the subtle outline of his shoulder blade through his shirt. ] There is always something that will make a person crumble.
[ And that thing for Heleen–they just don't see it, yet. ]
If. [ She repeats, a slim brow raised. ] I'm not going to Shu Han like some soldier's wife, to anxiously, helplessly, await news with a ten hour time difference.
[ And she already knows Kaz would never agree to such a thing, even if it seems the safest option. ]
If you take the case, we prepare with what we know could happen. [ Pulling away a bit, she cradles his face in her hands, momentarily pressing her brow to his. ] She has money and influence but, so what? Do you think she has anyone who'd sacrifice their skin for hers? Her life is empty.