[ Kitty looks at Thranduil. The cynicism on her face is a depressing contrast to the lingering babyish roundness of her cheeks and chin. Then, to Gwenaelle: ]
I've trusted men like him before. Red-faced, greedy old men who'll toss you to your death if it means they get what they want. Make no mistake - he doesn't care about the resistance in Tevinter. He doesn't even care about Tevinter, not really. All he cares about is his precious possession, that nasty little island in that nasty little sea, and I could hang and you could hang and we all could hang as long as he got to hoard his greedy little lump of sand.
[ Then she squashes the crumbs of cornbread under her thumb and says, snittily and pettily: ]
The only real difference between Mr Pennyfeather and Flint is that Flint is fat.
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Date: 2019-10-17 01:23 pm (UTC)[ Kitty looks at Thranduil. The cynicism on her face is a depressing contrast to the lingering babyish roundness of her cheeks and chin. Then, to Gwenaelle: ]
I've trusted men like him before. Red-faced, greedy old men who'll toss you to your death if it means they get what they want. Make no mistake - he doesn't care about the resistance in Tevinter. He doesn't even care about Tevinter, not really. All he cares about is his precious possession, that nasty little island in that nasty little sea, and I could hang and you could hang and we all could hang as long as he got to hoard his greedy little lump of sand.
[ Then she squashes the crumbs of cornbread under her thumb and says, snittily and pettily: ]
The only real difference between Mr Pennyfeather and Flint is that Flint is fat.