[Kesara sees the message, and her heart leaps into her throat and starts dancing there, squirming, writhing.
Her first response should be a happy one. He's alive. She knows the odds, though other have beaten then. And he's seen fit to message her about it. Which means he doesn't know.
She spends an hour wrestling with her response, trying to put together a good lie. But every time she thinks of Ecks and Mr. Solomons and all the things beyond her control. She can't be sure of a lie. Which leaves the truth. Which is terrifying.
She promised him to earn his trust. She has to be upfront, the first to tell him if she can be. She answers eventually, in a small voice.] I know you died. Mr. Solomons told me. I know it was Ecks who did it.
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Date: 2016-08-06 03:15 am (UTC)Her first response should be a happy one. He's alive. She knows the odds, though other have beaten then. And he's seen fit to message her about it. Which means he doesn't know.
She spends an hour wrestling with her response, trying to put together a good lie. But every time she thinks of Ecks and Mr. Solomons and all the things beyond her control. She can't be sure of a lie. Which leaves the truth. Which is terrifying.
She promised him to earn his trust. She has to be upfront, the first to tell him if she can be. She answers eventually, in a small voice.] I know you died. Mr. Solomons told me. I know it was Ecks who did it.