[ Daenerys's iciness is its own chastisement, but Octavia doesn't flinch in the face of it. More than that, she doesn't offer up any apology, nor any shame-faced regret; making herself responsible for Daenerys's emotions wouldn't end well for either of them.
Everyone comes to hate her, eventually. She's more than used to it. Maybe then Daenerys will realize she's no hero, and certainly not someone worth saving. ]
Your life has more worth than mine. It was an easy choice.
[ She offers up only that, terse and gritted, relayed as if it's indisputable fact and not quite a pity party being thrown in her own name. Most lives hold more value than Octavia's, these days. That's to be expected.
Assured it invites no other discourse, Octavia handles the proffered tooth with careful fingers, sliding one over its sharp — thankfully intact — edges. ]
This is bigger than both of us. [ Delivered evenly as a reminder. ] What do you plan to do with it?
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Everyone comes to hate her, eventually. She's more than used to it. Maybe then Daenerys will realize she's no hero, and certainly not someone worth saving. ]
Your life has more worth than mine. It was an easy choice.
[ She offers up only that, terse and gritted, relayed as if it's indisputable fact and not quite a pity party being thrown in her own name. Most lives hold more value than Octavia's, these days. That's to be expected.
Assured it invites no other discourse, Octavia handles the proffered tooth with careful fingers, sliding one over its sharp — thankfully intact — edges. ]
This is bigger than both of us. [ Delivered evenly as a reminder. ] What do you plan to do with it?