[ She cuts herself off, a troubled frown creeping across her already unfortunate-looking face. ]
You know naught of Him. [ It sounds more like realization than an indictment. She doesn't know what she's doing, railing at her or talking about any of this. ]
no subject
[ She cuts herself off, a troubled frown creeping across her already unfortunate-looking face. ]
You know naught of Him. [ It sounds more like realization than an indictment. She doesn't know what she's doing, railing at her or talking about any of this. ]