hope is like the sun

it is sometimes fascinating to me how mon is lying about the core of who she is to her own husband and perrin knows she's lying and she knows he knows she's lying and it's this little game they're playing, but mon plays it so well perrin forgets she's lying and believes things like she's having an affair with tay so he never digs into the actual truth. perrin knows his wife lies but he doesn't know why. he thinks it's because she's a liar. he doesn't ever realise she's lying to protect something, so he never digs beyond the surface of what's in front of him. he's held within layers of lies enabled by his own ego and it's so incredibly clever of mon but also just. so unimaginably lonely. she's looking across at this man who is so sure he knows her game and so angry she won't simply admit it when he could never possibly imagine or understand what the truth actually is