[As he looks at it, Richard is suddenly aware of the weight of the ring on the chain around his own neck. The rings signify a promise of sorts, he knows that.
But promises don't mean anything. He also knows that much. All promises are good for is being broken. Twila coils round inside his consciousness, agreeing with this. People promise you things and then turn around and stab you in the back. That's the way the world works. The two of them know that better than anyone, don't they?
So he says nothing, just looking at that ring, expression growing cold.]
no subject
But promises don't mean anything. He also knows that much. All promises are good for is being broken. Twila coils round inside his consciousness, agreeing with this. People promise you things and then turn around and stab you in the back. That's the way the world works. The two of them know that better than anyone, don't they?
So he says nothing, just looking at that ring, expression growing cold.]