[The thing about falling off a cliff and staying fallen? People did just assume you were dead. Maybe not York, but he'd always had more trust in her than she'd had in herself. Not that any good had come out of it at the end of the day.
Yet those focused green eyes honed in, not quite a challenge in her expression, but close enough. There is a flicker there, brief and quick, as the face that is shown is familiar to her. Eat, train, fight, live- they had done it all together.
They had been the best.
Until they hadn't.
If it is a trick, it's a good one, as her gaze shifts over the other. It is like looking at an image of the past, and she's not entirely certain how to gauge that because she is standing, talking, not leaning over as if her life is slipping out of her hands...]
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Yet those focused green eyes honed in, not quite a challenge in her expression, but close enough. There is a flicker there, brief and quick, as the face that is shown is familiar to her. Eat, train, fight, live- they had done it all together.
They had been the best.
Until they hadn't.
If it is a trick, it's a good one, as her gaze shifts over the other. It is like looking at an image of the past, and she's not entirely certain how to gauge that because she is standing, talking, not leaning over as if her life is slipping out of her hands...]
... looks like it.