[The confidence with which she says those words -- it ain't hell -- throws him off guard. Same with I ain't gonna hurt you.
He doesn't argue. He doesn't fret. Instead, he slowly makes his way up to his feet, wincing at the way his bruises fight against his muscles. Katurian has always been very good at following instructions. Maybe it has something to do with growing up in a totalitarian dictatorship. (Or maybe, he thinks, it has something to do with having really shitty parents.)]
It isn't make up. Is it? Because --
[He gestured around his throat.]
-- that isn't something you can easily fake. Which either means you're not human, or I've lost my fucking mind.
[Those last words have an unmistakable note of hysteria to them.]
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He doesn't argue. He doesn't fret. Instead, he slowly makes his way up to his feet, wincing at the way his bruises fight against his muscles. Katurian has always been very good at following instructions. Maybe it has something to do with growing up in a totalitarian dictatorship. (Or maybe, he thinks, it has something to do with having really shitty parents.)]
It isn't make up. Is it? Because --
[He gestured around his throat.]
-- that isn't something you can easily fake. Which either means you're not human, or I've lost my fucking mind.
[Those last words have an unmistakable note of hysteria to them.]