( Or she'd been made to say it, she'd-- God, he doesn't know, he doesn't know if that was her but some part of it recognises it as a truth, even if it isn't one she'd have spoken. Even if she was manipulating him as something manipulated her.
Flames lick over the hand not holding Belle's, and he pours it into the chasm, engulfing the soldiers that had started to cross it, pressing others back. He needs time, he needs to think, which is entirely impossible. Atlas should be better than this. )
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( Or she'd been made to say it, she'd-- God, he doesn't know, he doesn't know if that was her but some part of it recognises it as a truth, even if it isn't one she'd have spoken. Even if she was manipulating him as something manipulated her.
Flames lick over the hand not holding Belle's, and he pours it into the chasm, engulfing the soldiers that had started to cross it, pressing others back. He needs time, he needs to think, which is entirely impossible. Atlas should be better than this. )