She is breathing hard, a bloodied sword in her hand, her hair tangled, her cheeks smudged with dirt. But she is far from tired at the sight of blood on his chest; a clean hit. “ i could kill you still. “ She snarls. Another death will not bring back her father, and killing the leader of the Fianna would beget more chaos. "But I won't. Let this be the last time you ever think to harm anyone in my family, but don't think your punishment is over until we say it is."
Don’t think your punishment is over until we say it is.
No, he will never be done atoning, never be through with his torture. Nothing on earth could take this sin from him and make it right. Nothing. && he does not seek to tell less of her pain with his own GRIEF. They are not equal, they are not the SAME, && she has no reason to care of his mourning.
( && WHY SHOULD SHE? Was it not his own hatred && petty heart which stole family and father from her? Which now instills this battleborn wrath? Ah, Fionn takes all that she gives him and feels RIGHT for it. Punishment, yes. Punishment and he will accept it because he deserves it. )
No need to assure her, no need to tell her: No, I will not go near them. She does not care for his words, of that he is certain. Hands press at the bleeding wound and allow one of the knights to help him to his feet– ( Pay no heed to the sickly hand of illness which lay over him, the dark rings ‘neath his eyes and the strength sapped of him. For all the chaos which consumed the Fianna and his own endless PAIN, he still stood before her where challenged and welcomed it though he knew he could never hope in this state to stand against her. Sleepless && exhausted. He would not add insult to injury and attempt to turn her away. )