[ Will couldn't put his finger on why, but the thought of meeting Marian face to face was enough to put a knot in his stomach. Everything that she had said to him seemed off somehow. If she had been found out, it would make some semblance of sense as to why she wanted to talk more easily than on the network, though it was hard for him to imagine that she didn't have someone else she could trust more than him. He considered her a friend, sure, but it wasn't as though they had known one another for much longer than a day.
That train of thought was a waste anyway. She had made no indication something had gone wrong. If it had, wouldn't she have just said so? He really had no clue, especially considering how cryptic her message was to begin with. Honestly, he still couldn't convince himself that she was capable of wronging someone enough to want to hide from them. She seemed too nice, too gentle. Like Ana used to be.
The thought of Ana made him feel even more sick. It was becoming harder and harder for him to figure out just how he felt about her. In truth, the emotions raging through him because of her made him angry as hell. He had spent so bloody long trying to forget he had ever known her, and in just a matter of hours the dam had ruptured and everything he had pushed to the back of his heart had come pouring out. He felt so many things he couldn't even identify one emotion from the next. They were all equally as powerful and painful as the other.
Will shook his head and tried to clear his mind. This was about Marian, not him. He had spent his entire walk to the courtyard with his head in the clouds and not a single idea of what to say to her or even what to expect. For all his musings, he was no further off than he had been when he left his cell. ]
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That train of thought was a waste anyway. She had made no indication something had gone wrong. If it had, wouldn't she have just said so? He really had no clue, especially considering how cryptic her message was to begin with. Honestly, he still couldn't convince himself that she was capable of wronging someone enough to want to hide from them. She seemed too nice, too gentle. Like Ana used to be.
The thought of Ana made him feel even more sick. It was becoming harder and harder for him to figure out just how he felt about her. In truth, the emotions raging through him because of her made him angry as hell. He had spent so bloody long trying to forget he had ever known her, and in just a matter of hours the dam had ruptured and everything he had pushed to the back of his heart had come pouring out. He felt so many things he couldn't even identify one emotion from the next. They were all equally as powerful and painful as the other.
Will shook his head and tried to clear his mind. This was about Marian, not him. He had spent his entire walk to the courtyard with his head in the clouds and not a single idea of what to say to her or even what to expect. For all his musings, he was no further off than he had been when he left his cell. ]