Every word, every dig was another feather indeed ruffled, her crown's plumes rising until the longest, most golden feather nearly stood on its end.
It took every bit of resolve she possessed not to lunge, but if this kept up, Tooth knew what it would come to. She didn't want that, she reminded herself. If it came to that, to the pair of them fighting, this entire week would have been for nothing. Not only would she need to relocate, but she would need to make sure Pitch didn't retaliate against her by targeting other people.
Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, but when Tooth spoke, it was clear, slow, and very, very precise.
"If I thought so little of you, do you really think I would have proposed the truce?" If he were anything like the maharaja had been, for example, Tooth didn't think she would have been able to bring herself to cooperate with him. But Pitch was different. He'd once been a noble man. A hero. The maharaja had never been those things, had always been greedy and selfish. There was nothing redeeming about that creature. And she couldn't say if Pitch could be redeemed or not, she didn't know, especially with all the loathsome things he'd done in his lifetime as the Nightmare King...but it was still easier to believe possible. "The only thing I expect of you is honor."
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It took every bit of resolve she possessed not to lunge, but if this kept up, Tooth knew what it would come to. She didn't want that, she reminded herself. If it came to that, to the pair of them fighting, this entire week would have been for nothing. Not only would she need to relocate, but she would need to make sure Pitch didn't retaliate against her by targeting other people.
Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, but when Tooth spoke, it was clear, slow, and very, very precise.
"If I thought so little of you, do you really think I would have proposed the truce?" If he were anything like the maharaja had been, for example, Tooth didn't think she would have been able to bring herself to cooperate with him. But Pitch was different. He'd once been a noble man. A hero. The maharaja had never been those things, had always been greedy and selfish. There was nothing redeeming about that creature. And she couldn't say if Pitch could be redeemed or not, she didn't know, especially with all the loathsome things he'd done in his lifetime as the Nightmare King...but it was still easier to believe possible. "The only thing I expect of you is honor."