[ That's what I should have done, Alayne thinks. I should have trod on it with my shoe. I should have ground it into the dirt. Then there wouldn't be anyone taking it, not just the four she'd bargained for with Mr. Gold. (Marius Pontmercy. Dante, the younger. Isaac Clarke. Auraya.) It'd been a stupid thing to do, to have traded what she'd thought would be salvation for her friends in exchange for the damnation of everyone else. But Mr. Gold was so clever and she wanted to prove herself, to show him that she could be the mockingbird and the wolf.
The gods are punishing me, Alayne thinks and she covers her face with a hand in fear that she might cry. Boys Scott's age hated when girls cried and the last thing she wanted was for him to stop hugging her. ]
Why didn't I think of that? [ she sobs, a bit helplessly. (If he knew the truth, he'd hate me.) ] Why couldn't I have been that clever?
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The gods are punishing me, Alayne thinks and she covers her face with a hand in fear that she might cry. Boys Scott's age hated when girls cried and the last thing she wanted was for him to stop hugging her. ]
Why didn't I think of that? [ she sobs, a bit helplessly. (If he knew the truth, he'd hate me.) ] Why couldn't I have been that clever?