[ She gives a nod, strangely unsurprised. Maybe at least in part because it's what she wants to hear. Is she doing the same thing to herself again? She rubs her palms slowly up and down his back, unsure which of them she's soothing. ]
He needed it... but you didn't?
[ She won't let him answer that, because she can fill in enough. It's the contradiction of him that's so like Medea. The willingness to sacrifice so much as if they don't even see their own hurt, and at the same time, the very genuine ruthlessness. She knows what broke Medea. Maybe she understands a little what did the same to him. ]
And what about the things you did to Wen Chao? As you are right now, I mean. Would you torture him? Force him to eat his own flesh, feed parts of him to ghosts?
[ She feels her stomach wrench a little saying it, but she won't pretend it's not what she saw. ]
cannibalism mention bc it's my morning for this
He needed it... but you didn't?
[ She won't let him answer that, because she can fill in enough. It's the contradiction of him that's so like Medea. The willingness to sacrifice so much as if they don't even see their own hurt, and at the same time, the very genuine ruthlessness. She knows what broke Medea. Maybe she understands a little what did the same to him. ]
And what about the things you did to Wen Chao? As you are right now, I mean. Would you torture him? Force him to eat his own flesh, feed parts of him to ghosts?
[ She feels her stomach wrench a little saying it, but she won't pretend it's not what she saw. ]