Let me see you.
I shrug and unbutton my dress, letting it fall to the floor. PJ gets up and leaves the room. Matt follows.
Oh, Neamhchiontach.
I shrug.
How do you feel?
I look at the floor and shrug again. I'm okay.
This is not okay, Bridget. I didn't realize you were so badly injured.
I stare at him blankly.
It's not okay, he repeats to the young child.
This is what you do, Diabhal. You and Cole.
I didn't realize my strength.
You've seen me before.
Not like this. Not covered with bruises just from my touch.
Then you've been blind to match my deafness.
His eyes fill up and he puts his hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes. How do you hide them?
I have full coverage body makeup for when I cover my tattoos. It works on these too.
Doesn't it hurt to touch them?
Yes. But that's the game.
This is not a game, Bridget.
Sure it is. You bite, you hurt, then you retreat. I'm used to it now. You're like a snake.
Put your clothes back on.
I listen, picking up my dress and shrugging back into it as I button it up at the same time. A modicum of dignity from a man who allows absolutely nothing, ever and suddenly I have his full attention? I don't buy it but then again I don't care anymore. Loch tried to kill him, Ben isn't thinking it's all that big a deal really, the kids are mad that I wrestle with these giants and I just don't even care. I got my Cole-time, I made everyone feel things and yet it backfired because I'm supposed to feel things and I don't.
