HIATUS.
“ give me a reason to stay. ”
Were it not for the faint flickering of candles surrounding them, someone may have had the chance to notice the twitch that threatens to touch Jaqen H’ghar’s lips. His sphinx-like gaze moves from an unidentifiable point in the room to the girl’s sad grey eyes.
Rule your face.
She had played him at his own game once before—- in a different lifetime, for both of them. Now he ponders whether she’s trying her hand at the same thing. Such knowledge requires neither an extensive reworking of one’s mind, nor a game: she does not belong betwixt these stone walls which have pried enough from her cracked spine.
He will not say the only word that comes to mind, however. Instead, he settles with a sentence that gives no reason to startle passersby, should they linger.
“ A girl knows what must be done.”
