"Yes, your hand." He says that slowly, like he's trying to explain to her that this is her hand in his, not just some random object from nowhere. "The one that is currently holding mine because I believe you might have been a little bit worried about me."
Ruining moments, Thorne-style.
He's quiet for a second before snorting. "Definitely not. That would be too much of a shame to keep me blind forever."
But he worries, if he's going to be honest. Worries that he will be, that nothing will save his eyes again, that he can't be of use to Cinder. Can't help her win her throne.
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Date: 2014-03-18 11:23 pm (UTC)Ruining moments, Thorne-style.
He's quiet for a second before snorting. "Definitely not. That would be too much of a shame to keep me blind forever."
But he worries, if he's going to be honest. Worries that he will be, that nothing will save his eyes again, that he can't be of use to Cinder. Can't help her win her throne.