A Dangerous Kind of Hope
Daria's POV
When Harriet said those words, the temple appeared to be much smaller. Quiet and… heavy, I guess. I find myself still imagining Lucius on his knees in my head, although it is not as though I am not noticing him. I despise that in me which only reacts instantly and even takes care when he is torturing us.
I rose and began to walk about, and my boots squeaked on the stone floor.
Well, we must combat this, I said finally.
Harriet gazed up at me in alarm. "Yeah, sure," she said.
Her voice was little, but solid, as it was too solid to belong to a child.
I ceased to pace and turned to her. "Harriet—"
No, no, no, she said, wrapping herself up. "He scares me. I felt him before. His pain feels like claws. And when he gets mad, it burns."
