There’s fear in her eyes, clear as day. But beside that fear, there’s anger, hatred, all mixed in one. It’s a weird emotion to feel, but Liselle won’t let the fear consume her. A flicker of malicious delight crosses her face when she sees the discomfort in his own. He is right of course; she should be dead and six feet under right now.
"Royalty doesn’t die easily. And your attack dog might just not be as good as you think he is."
Fear is a powerful emotion. Ever the Machiavellian, it had been the Illusive Man’s strategy to spark such a strong feeling in the eyes of his enemies. It brought a smile to his face, thin & cruel. All the humanity he once possessed had been poured into his cause. Bled him bone dry. He was a shell of his former self. Cold, hollow. The stuff of nightmares, a warped caricature of a fairytale villain.
{ coɴтrol. ♦ } — ❝I always admired resilience.
A trained dog learns to get back up for his
master. You can’t win this war. ❞