He moves forward and gently puts his hands on her forearms, looking into her eyes.
“When I asked you if you were well after the fight, and you said yes, it was a lie, was not it?” He whispers in the silence of the room only broken by the oppressed breaths of Lunark. The compassion that shines in those deep blue eyes completely destroys all that remains of resistance to Lunark. She closes her eyes as tears run down her cheeks. Her whole body trembles, and she twitchs as she feels drawn into a soft embrace. Frankenstein’s arms scarcely grip her, as if he was afraid of hurting her. This tenderness hits Lunark in the heart. Since the death of her brother, no one has been so close to her. She leans her head against Frankenstein’s chest as she listens to the beating of his heart. When he starts talking, it produces in soothing vibrations throughout his body and she sticks a little more against him, leaving the embarrassment aside. “Do you want to talk about it?” He asks softly, shaking her out of her thoughts. She knew that question would come, but it wasn’t any easier to talk about.
“My brother… he was sick… and I thought-I thought that… I could help him but-what he experienced here, by Maduke…” she tried to explain as best she could. “….He is dead and I have not protected him.” Was all she could say.įrankenstein’s arms tighten their hold, he now supports her completely and she feels a certain shame in letting herself be carried away. But his tenderness is impossible to fight and sobs shake her body more and more strong. She hides her face in the garment of the man who puts his hand on her cheek and gently forces her to look him in the eyes. “There is nothing in this pure and raw suffering that you have to hide. Being a warrior does not mean hiding her suffering at all costs… but having the courage to overcome it.” He finally said.
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